There is always a bit of mystery and intrigue behind each bend of the road. In the middle of a very cold winter, I embarked on a humanitarian trip to the Satu Mare region of Romania.
Cut off from their Hungarian heritage many small, outlying villages are in danger of losing their connection to the country they have always thought of as home. Our goal with the trip was to deliver Hungarian books and learning materials to small villages of Hungarians living in remote parts of Transylvania.
This man pictured above struck a cord in me. He was of Hungarian decent and had lived in Transylvania his whole life. On this day he was walking to town to negotiate prices for his harvest of wool.
We stopped to talk with him and I had to to get a photo of his jacket. This coat is made each winter from the wool of up to six sheep. It weighed nearly 20 pounds! Definitely a must for the northern plains in Romania where temperatures can get to -25 F in the winter.