(Ruseștii Noi continued…)

I get the impression Moldovans really love their parties. A Moldovan party means lots of meat, food, and wine. This was a dinner party with friends and family to wish Igor and Lilia off to Moscow.

Side note: I rarely saw men in Ruseștii Noi wearing shirts. My favorite memory from this night was when Curt showed Tudor his stomach for a brief moment and Tudor asked, “What, the sun doesn’t shine in America?”