Once our group was greeted by this little old woman in a village. She spoke in Romanian, quite muffled, and stuck her hands into very full pockets. When she pulled them out, she held many plums that she offered to us with a big toothless grin. Okay, I think she had ONE tooth, but still. It was such a neat moment, who knows what her story was, but she had sought us out to give us this gift. It was a great moment, from what we imagine was a great lady with an even greater story.