Pa: Man ek klap jou sommer Anna, ek wil dit compose! Ek het ook nie meer 'n sê nie. (nou fight hulle al oor die blog!) Ma wil vir pa help om die blog te skryf.
Pa: die groen, groen, groen en al die reën, die beeste groei toe onder die gras, skape lê wit wolke teen die berge. Dit laat my dink aan Psalm 23.
Hier is soveel woude met hoë kwaliteit hout, planke lê die wêreld vol, en daar is saagmeulens oral.
Plase is 600 ha groot onder een gewas, met of sonneblomme, mielies en koring. Huistuine met aartapples, boontjies, tamaties en uie. Die grond is swart turf. Vrugteboorde en druiwe, orals, byeboerdery is nog 'n groot storie, byeboerwa kom hievandaan. Vragmotors met permanente bykorwe staan in lande en naby stasies. Boer sleep sy karavaan saam om in te bly. Die ingang van die korwe is in verskillende kleure, dis werklik die land van melk en heuning.
Tot Prince Charles koop grond hier, hy is nie so stupid nie.
Ma is moeg geploeg, sy sê sy stem saam met als.
For me: the region of Maramûres blew my mind! I just loved the fact that everybody still wears the traditional clothes, even the youngsters, although they have adapted and they now wearing their outfits with very high heals!
The massive hand carved wooden crosses in the landscape and the ornate woodwork and wooden gates that are at the entrance of their properties are totally extraordinary!
The magnificent and inexpensive woven and embroidered carpets, cushions and bed throws are inspirational.
I so loved the wooden churches that have stood the test of time, since the 1300's. They are all Unesco protected sites. They are truly awesome and very beautiful, straight out of a fairy tale.
My ma beaam alles!
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