A Snowy Day

It is a snowy, snowy day. A day to stay at home and watch the snow from the window with a cup of hot chocolate in hand. But I am going to Suceava again. I am amazed at the tanacity of the people here. This is the main thoroughfare between the two towns. The black and yellow paint on the guard rails indicates it is dangerous here. I am in a hitch-mobile. It is not really warm, but I am out of the elements and traveling at a pretty fast clip. As we round this curve, there is a lady walking along the shoulder with her purchases in hand. The cart is laden with goods from the market. We are passing a slower car and there is a semi further ahead around the bend. I am first surprised that we are all alive, and second that this is a commonplace sight. It is not unusual to see people walking, carts and horses, cars, minibuses, trucks and huge touring buses - all on the same road passing each other as if it is the thing to do. Back home, they would all be arrested for reckless driving and endangering the lives of the passengers.