Cheese Press

10" x 4.5"PVC & WoodROMANIA Ah, it was just another saga. We headed out from Breb early and soon it was approaching nightfall - a typical day in our wanderings around Romania. Potholes and horse carts and endless detours and stops. Old ladies selling coral mushrooms on the side of the road and driving through herds of cows - large ones with horns. Day upon day and night upon night, we consumed what the road presented us. Here it would feel abnormal, there it was anything goes and we rolled with it. Leaving Cluj late, we had directions to where we were staying, but as it got increasingly remote we began to worry, the light was fading fast. We drove through towns which resembled old mining villages from the 1800s in America. Paved roads turned to mud. I reminded Jason the place was his find, he made a stroke in the air against the evil eye in response. It was getting crazy. Marco was sent into the local bar to find out if we were close. A right, a left, a climb up a rocky path calle