My thing (well, one of them)

I was listening to a radio show today and people were asked about their little manias or fixations, their… thing. I was very surprised to hear that some of them don’t find their peace until they do the dishes (!), for example. My thing is (well, one of them) that I have to take a walk every day. Some people have the sweets to keep the sorrow away, I have my walks. In my hometown or not, sunny or not, workday or not. It's raining? Perfect time for me as I am a liiittle bit asocial and people rush to take cover.

Walking is to be present, to see, to observe. And boy, I like that! The colors, the light, the birds going mad this time of year. The landscapes, the cityes, the houses. The shadows, the people's expressions, the stops when the feet are killing you.

On Sunday I roamed at “Dimitrie Gusti Village Museum”. This is an open air museum and, as its founder said, the objects of art are the houses itself which are placed to form a real village. I'll show you a few of my favorite houses.

This is an 1898 household from Jurilovca village located near Danube Delta. The house and annexes are united under one roof and the wood decorations, the windows and doors are painted in intense colors.

This is also a 19th century house, but a half-buried house from a southern Romanian village called Castranova. This type of house spread because it keeps fine temperature both in summer and winter time. The sculpted head horse was meant to protect the home from danger.

The third one is from Ieud village, Maramures, northern Romania. It is built of fir beams with dovetail link procedure.

When you enter (or exit) you see this huge gorgeous oak tree.

Thank you for walking with me.