Nick’s presentation at Alexandru cel Bun

This is the first time I have invited Nick and Jon to accompany me on any of my teaching gigs in other countries. I thought they would find it interesting to see what it is like here. People tell me that I am living in the poorest corner of the poorest country in Europe. That may well be, but it is one of the most beautiful areas I have ever seen – and I have been to lots of places and so am qualified to make this statement. The people are wonderful here and have made me very comfortable. I wanted my boys to see what it is that I do in Eastern Europe every year. I have been traveling to Lithuania and now to Romania for some time to bring American teaching methods to teachers and students. It is hard to imagine that this will be my ninth July in Lithuania. I wanted my boys to understand that this is not just a walk in the park to come and teach here. I wanted them to understand that I am here to bring my expertise from America to the countryside of developing countries in Eastern Europe.

I also wanted them to see how beautiful it is and how delightful the people are. I wanted them to see what it is to bring Western knowledge and ideas to a country that has not had the freedoms that we take for granted.

Nick came to school with me one day and spoke to many of the students. We were in the multi-media room. I had planned to invite my classes to listen, but soon most of the students were coming to hear an American speak about America. He was quite a hit. As he is much closer to their age than I am, it was very interesting for them to hear what it was like to grow up and go to college in America. He talked about his own life and hobbies. He talked about his job at Trader Joe's. He talked about going to school at Eastern Michigan University and how different it is at an American school.

I found it interesting to hear what my son had to say about growing up in America after seeing how people in other countries live. He was quite a hit with the girls. As we are a tall family, he was a head taller than even the tallest girls. The twelfth formers invite the boys out for an evening at a new club that opened just in time fo the holiday season. The view from the top floor club is phenomenal. There are floor to ceiling wndows on three sides and so almost the entire city is visible from up there.

Remote control

I am not a television watcher as most of you know. I have too many other things to do. When I moved to my new digs, I never turned on the television because I simply never got around to it. When the boys came back from their adventure, they came here to check out where I was. They turned on the television and it worked. It is an old television from the days of Russian goods. People here tell me that it is very possible for it to blow up at any time. This is not very encouraging. The boys were not happy that it had no remote control so they found a way to make one. I brought some knitting needles and yarn for the long winter nights which never seemed to arrive. They took one of my knitting needles to push the buttons as none of us wanted to get very near to it.

Another snowy day

Today I will go to Suceava again. I was going there much more often in the fall but I am finding that now that I live in town, I am getting to know the shops are that have what I need. The trip to Suceava is an adventure and fun in itself, but it takes a whole day to go for a ten minute stop.

This morning, though, I don't mind at all. This morning the snow was thick and perfect for snowballs. The trees are enveloped in snow. It looks like the elves were out last night and covered them all with fluffy, white frosting. This horse is wearing a blanket to keep off the chill in the air.

My 11K class is not with me today. Their eyes keep straying to the window and they ask if they can go outside to play in the snow. These kids are 17 and 18 and they want to have a snowball fight! I tell them that if they only speak in English, they can. You would think I had told them there was a pot of gold outside, they left so quickly.

Jon on a snowy afternoon

My boys love the outdoors and I thought they would be out on the mountains as much as possible while they were here. It turns out that they think I am living in Siberia. I clearly told them to bring hats and gloves and coats and boots and their snow boards. I know I said it several times. Apparently, they only heard Greece and sunny skies.

Having spent a week in Greece, the return to cold temperatures was a shock for them. It seems that they forgot their snow boards and didn't think they would really need all that snow gear. It wouldn't fit in their suitcases and, after all, they didn't need it at home and we live in snow country, so why cart it across the big pond. Of course, we have cars and trucks at home. I think not having a car and walking everywhere was a bit of a shock to them. We have spent a lot of time in the local restaurants and with hot chocolate at home, talking about all sorts of things. I actually have more stamina than they do, I think. That is certainly a big surprise for me. Hills still take it out of me, but the walking is a piece of cake anymore. I am in much better shape now than I was when I first came here. I am trying to figure out how to include serious walking in my day when I get home. Unfortunately, I live just under five miles from school which is a tad farther than I want to walk – and certainly not twice a day.

Rasnov

The village of Rasnow is first mentioned in 1331. The boyar of the region decided that the village was a perfect place to build a fortification and so the fortress was built. You can see it for miles as you approach the mountain. It is a huge white stone fortress that envelopes the top of the mountain. We were driven most of the way up it and then walked the rest of the way to the entrance. I am not sure I would have driven up this mountain in the summer. It is cold and icy today. The road is twisty and not well traveled, at least not in a vehicle. Even our driver who has a four-wheel drive vehicle, had to take a run at some of the hills. My Mustang would be completely useless in this country.

Water is supplied to this village from a well that was dug by two Turkish prisoners. They dug down into the rock for seventeen years until 1623 when they reached water at 146 meters. They had been promised their freedom when it was completed. It is doubtful that they were ever released. This well allowed the fortified city to remain closed during a siege as the gate did not need to be opened for supplies. Although I have to wonder who would want to siege this city. It would seem more logical to me to pass it by and keep going, but then I don't live in those times – thank heavens…

We walked up the icy paths. There were no handrails and the going was treacherous. This place has a magical feel to it. I can imagine the poor serfs scurrying up these steep pathways carrying huge sacks of grain from the valley below. They would have to trudge all the way up the mountain and then through the village alleyways. I think it is only uphill here. Even in the summer, I think it would have been a very hard life.

The views from here are spectacular. Having lived much of my adult life on the plains of the Midwest, I truly appreciate being as high as an eagle and surveying the landscape. Below is the current village of Rasnov, now even a bustling town and full of life.

We turn a corner to find the city gates. Apparently, we had entered through the tiny servants' entrance. These gates are guarded by numerous archers' windows which will hold off all but the foolhardy. I wouldn't want to get caught by the pointy iron spikes of the gates as they fall into place. On the other side of the gates is a small gathering area and then the sheer cliffs of the mountain. I really cannot imagine even climbing all the way to the top of this mountain to get to the village in the first place. But the idea of seiging this fortress seems completely ludicrous. How could you stand outside this fortress and even consider fighting your way in?

We climbed to the top of what was left of one of the guard towers. From here you can see forever. The Carpathians are beautiful from here. Mountain after snowy mountain rising one behind the other as far as the eye can see. Looking down on the fortress walls, it is amazing to think that someone could build this fortress here. Most of the materials would have to have been brought up from the valley far below. The road, even now with pavement, is treacherous. These donkeys are probably descendants of the first beasts of burden that toiled up and down this mountain, carrying all the materials and foodstuffs. These two appear to be well fed and happy. I think they may be the only full-time inhabitants of the fortress today.

We have walked up through the village on the icy path. It seems to go on forever, but maybe that is the cold and ice talking. I cannot imagine what it must have been like to have lived and worked here.