Giving Thanks #98

Once our group was greeted by this little old woman in a village.  She spoke in Romanian, quite muffled, and stuck her hands into very full pockets.  When she pulled them out, she held many plums that she offered to us with a big toothless grin.  Okay, I think she had ONE tooth, but still.  It was such a neat moment, who knows what her story was, but she had sought us out to give us this gift.  It was a great moment, from what we imagine was a great lady with an even greater story.

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