Once or twice a year I manage to make the trip. The journey that takes me to childhood, to the places where I grew up, to my grandparents' house. Far from the city where I live, almost five hundred kilometers. In the north of the country, in the north of Romania. This is not only a real journey, it is also one in my imagination and memories. Being nostalgic, I always cry. On this sublime Sunday for me, the tears mingled with the raindrops, hid among the raindrops. Because it's raining! It rained for a whole month, every day.
I drove to my grandparents' house without incident, which is rare for me who almost always have to suffer something. Because of me, because of my wife, because of the car or because of the others! Now the rain has appeared in the equation, even storms ... floods.
Well, it was a good trip to my grandparents' house. In fact, it is no longer my grandparents' house, they left a long time ago and the house was changed, rebuilt, and modernized by my brother. So my nostalgia goes to the places around the house, where we met dozens of children for endless games. Back then there were no mobile phones, computers, internet, or even a TV. The only fun was with the other kids and outdoors.
It has been raining for over a month and this can be seen in the vegetation. It's like it's never been so big, green, and overgrown. I admired the green hills, I was hungry for green, from the road.
The town at the edge of which is the grandparents' house is called Falticeni. An obscure provincial town. However, my heart leaps every time I approach it and I begin to see its constructions.
Although it is a small provincial town, it has a reputation in our country. It is a city and an area where many important people of my country were born, learned and lived for more or less time. Especially artists, writers, poets and painters. I think this is also due to the fact that education was very serious here, this famous high school has just turned 150 years old.
Although it is a beautiful city, clean and full of flowers, when I get here I am eager to approach my grandparents' house, on the outskirts, a suburb like a village.
This is where heaven begins for me. This is where the asphalt ends and only a country road remains. From here, when I was a child, in winter we went by sleigh to the valley.
At the end of this road is the destination, the place where I spent my best years (then I didn't know that).
Finally, I got home. Childhood house.
In the city where I live, fortunately also on the outskirts, I have a small yard, very small. All around I see only a few trees and neighbors' houses that are very close to mine. I can't see the horizon anymore. Because of this, when I come here, to the country, I never get tired of looking at the surroundings. I can hardly believe I can see so far.
Sounds unrealistically beautiful to me, of course. I see the hills, the fields and the lake where I went, I played, I stayed with friends from morning until late at night. When I saw so many stars, the Milky Way was wonderful. Now I don't see anything, both because of the air pollution, because of the night lights but also because my vision has weakened a lot.
A few more reasons in favor of a much quieter and cleaner life in the country. Much more beautiful. The fruits in front of the house ...
Flowers, especially roses that are much more beautiful than the ones I have in the city yard.
Of course, children also have an important place here. My nephew Justinian is very happy.
And yet, so much beauty and I can't stay away from my hometown for long. This is where the meaning of the title comes in. Rain and tears! Although most photos have sun, they are an exception. The sun was an exception. It rained most of the time.
My tears melted with the rain and no one saw them. Crying after a long-lost childhood. Crying in the rain, I remembered this song very dear to me, sung by Aphrodite's Child.
For a hundred reasons, because I rarely get there, because I don't know how many more times I will get there in this life, every time I get to my childhood home is a sublime day. Now it happened to be Sublime Sunday!
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I also wrote this post as a short travel story. I want to put this small town on the map, on the Pinmapple map. Certainly none of you will get to these places and I think that someone may be interested to see what a small town and a small village in Romania looks like.