After feeling guilty that maybe I ate too much at lunch- but who can blame me my host mom made mushroom soup, an olive base spread that went great with fresh bread, red pepper and onion salad and served with a glass of Sprits (homemade wine with mineral water) plus Ţuică (traditional Romanian alcoholic drink made from plums, drank during ALL types of occasions ), I decided to take a stroll in town. Instead of heading West on my street, I decided to venture in the opposite direction to see what else Novaci has in store for me.
After walking under the beaming sun for only 15 minutes I was already starting to think that this was a bad idea, considering I left my water at home and there was no shade. None the less, I decided to continue walking; passing a man in a carutza pulling hay, about 8 chickens, two cows and a veteran driving a scooter. I got to a part of the road where someone had created a small path into the woods where I could hear running water…and where shade was in abundance.
I walked a short distance and the sound of running water become clearer. I made my way between the trees, plants, random items of clothing thrown on the ground and finally saw the small stream. My first discovery in Novaci, a small stream woo hoo! I now claim that place my “secret not so secret to the world stream”. So what did I do, you may ask? Jumped in! well not really, I slipped on one of the rocks and fell in the ankle deep cold water! I made my way to one of the rocks in the middle of the steam and simply set there, just enjoying the moment. The tranquility that sitting on this rock brought me, was without a doubt what I needed at that moment. My thoughts wondered everywhere and nowhere—it was just me, the rock and the stream–I couldn’t have asked for better company. Not sure how long I set there, time for me stood still.
My walk brought me to this rock that seemed to be waiting for me. It was the perfect size, color, texture , it had just enough shade and received enough sun, it was position perfectly in the stream—far enough for me to get to but not too close where everyone would be adventurous enough to sit on it. It waited on the stream next to the tree and between two streets. It waited and I was lucky enough to find it. Now, I find myself to be a prisoner of that rock. I couldn’t simply walk away without promising that I’ll return. I don’t know if I’ll visit every day and know that winter will cause an even greater separation, but I know I will return. When the time is right and when my journey leads me back to that place.
My lesson of the day: Once you know where you are going the journey doesn’t seem that long .
Below is a video of my “secret not so secret place”