Our trunk -- fully stocked and ready to rumble!
Benny in an ancient synagogue
Our tour included seven Romanian cities, visiting and searching for the last remaining traces of once-flourishing Jewish communities.
Oddly enough, many of the peasants here speak a crude Hebrew. This is because they have all worked in Israel at one point or another, as farm laborers and janitors.
We spent sleepless nights driving our tiny European car on even tinier roads, competing with bicycles and horse-drawn buggies, our trunk laden with kosher food.
We have had many encounters with local Jewish townsfolk as well as numerous tourists with whom we've crossed paths. Almost all of them were astonished to discover that we had travelled from America for one reason: to visit and attend to their spiritual and material needs.
We're lookin' fine!
