Gornea

I love Gornea.
Mostly I was pushed around Gornea in my wheelchair and I felt like a queen. I was never alone of course. There were usually several family members escorting me. Neighbors would anticipate our trips from Maria's to Iovana's for mealtime and they'd sit outside awaiting the procession. I would always greet them with "bona zewa" much to everyone's delight.
Sometimes I'd walk using my wheelchair as a walker.

Iovana's garden.

The cemetary in Gornea where generations of Nicole's ancestors are buried.