Thursday, January 3, 2019

Romania - September 2018

  I've been gone for more than 13 years, but every time I get back I realized that a piece of me is still there, in northern Romania, and it's going to be there as long as there are forests and rivers, and people and traditions. 
  Fishing there is not about catching fish or not, nor about the size of the fish. It's about breathing the air and smelling the spruce trees, it's about detachment and solitude and it's about respect for these little creatures that continue to survive against all odds.This is my last trip, September 2018: