My host mother Nanuca and me in front of the Prut river in the spring of 2010. She and I were standing on what was formerly the border of the USSR. We explored the riverbank, which for the last half century was beyond a fence, formerly electrified...
Me, my host mother Nanuca, and our friend Tom in the summer of 2008. We're standing near our gazebo, which is covered with grape vines. Over the course of my service many a meal and conversation were had in that gazebo.
My host mother Nanuca and me mid-conversation in the summer of 2008. At times she's quite the comedian, which is why I'm looking at her so incredulously. Despite the near sixty years that separate us, we got along swimmingly and had many such...