Cricova and Monastery

Fyodor picked us up at 10:00am for our 11:00 tour of Cricova, a wine cellar with 120 kilometers of underground tunnels. We stopped at Fyodor’s home to pick up Galena and Samuel and then met Dima, Kristina and their boys, Marco and Dominique at the winery. It was very interesting but the 90 minute tour was long enough. This is the same town where I visited the prisons last Tuesday.

We then drove toward Butuceni where we would visit a 16th century Orthodox monastery. We stopped for lunch at a really nice outdoor restaurant that had a great playground for the kids to play. It took about 45 minutes to get our food, a grilled hot platter of assorted meats and some vegetables. It was a delicious meal but we were shocked to find that it came to $130 – OUCH! Way too much for Moldova. Apparently the menu pricing was misleading, according to Fyodor. We had plenty of leftovers as they served us way too much food.

We then toured the monastery. It was at the top of a hill that was not easy to drive, but Fyodor made it. The Monastery is cut into the side of the cliffs overlooking a fertile valley and a river directly below. This entire country is made up of very fertile farmlands, rolling hills as far as the eye can see. It is perfect climate for grapes and everywhere we go we see vineyards, sunflower fields and wheat fields. People are selling grapes and watermelon on the side of the roads all over the country. It is a beautiful country and has been a real treat for they eyes. The weather has been nice the whole time with the exception of a couple rainy days early last week.

Arriving back at the camp around 5:30pm mom and I walked to the river so she could see Transnistria, an area with a very heavy Russian presence. They are somewhat hostile to the west and want to separate from Moldova. We were supposed to hold our clinics in Transnistria but, due to the political position, Fyodor and the team decided it was not wise. While walking we each got an ice cream and ate it on the way back to Doxa Deo Camp.

We wound down the evening talking, blogging and sorting through gift bags. Tomorrow we leave for home on Lufthansa through Frankfurt and San Francisco. We arrive home at 1:15am and I have to work Friday since Clayton has the day off. Saturday we have a family birthday party and Sunday and wedding. Monday I leave for Portland for a business meeting all week. I won’t really be home until the end of the month. This will be more than three weeks away.

Rest Day – Sept 17

After running 100 flights of stairs I arrived at the coffee shop to find it closed. I assumed it was closed Monday but the wifi was still on so I chatted with Susan for a while (it’s nighttime for her). The coffee shop employee hopped off the bus at 7:20am so I was able to get coffee, after all. I was able to What’sApp with Susan for a while and then had breakfast (the same as yesterday) with Mom in the basement of the church.

We left for Chisinau at 10:00am, meeting Fyodor shortly after noon. We drove across the street for lunch at Torro Burger and were surprised when Slavic walked in after we were seated. He ate with us. Mom and Fyodor has soup and Slavic and I had burgers. They served some of the best, if not the best, lemonade I have ever had. It had fresh lemon, orange and mint leaves with sparkling water. They served our burgers with Nitrile gloves – what a great idea. I left the restaurant with clean hands and never touched the sink.

We arrived at the camp around 2:00pm and I was determined to do nothing but read and relax for the afternoon. I read the book “Charis” by Preston Sprinkle. I didn’t agree with some of what he said but it was a good book about the grace of God in the Old Testament and, then, closing with His grace in the New Testament. It brought conviction to move me to more compassion and evangelism.

Mom was in bed before 8:00pm and I was down by 9.

Church and Birthday – Sept 16

We will not be staying at The Ark for church today – we are going to another village for 11:00am service and then to another village for another service in the late afternoon. These are both churches where my mom has worshiped in past years.

I was at the coffee shop when they opened at 7:00. My workout (running the stairs at The Ark and strength training) was difficult this morning, I never realized how much pre-workout caffeine helps me. I was able to chat with Susan for a while and then had breakfast with mom in the church at 8:30. She had cards for me from Drew, Tom and herself. We had meat, cheese, bread and a sort of breakfast cake, and fresh brewed coffee, the first cup of drip I’ve had since we arrived. Otherwise it’s been espresso or “3 in 1”.

Slavik picked us up at 9:45am and introduced us to our interpreter for the day, Loida. We drove 45 minutes to Cuhinesti (pronounced Kukinesh) and arrived at a small church that was built in 1996. There were 14 people in the church and they had begun worship before we walked in. The last time my mom was here, two years ago, the pastor was preaching his goodbye message – he was moving to Minnesota. The new pastor is a 40 something man with two teenage boys.

This was their harvest celebration service so the church was decorated with beautiful displays of fruits, vegetables and breads. The service consisted of praise and then many readings from scripture, primarily the Psalms, by different members of the congregation. A few people sang songs and one of the pastor’s boys played a couple songs on the accordion. Loida spoke too quietly for me to hear her and her English was not good enough to keep up when talking to my mom.

After the service they moved a pew to the long table at the back of the church and set up a feast for everyone. They served Chicken and Potato stew, fruits (grapes and watermelon), delicious sweet bread, and a couple cakes. It was delicious. We have been very well fed on this entire trip. After leaving the church on gentleman gathered some walnuts from the ground and put them in my bag. I tried to crack one of them in my hand but the pastor, a hard worker with very tough and dirty hands, showed me that you have to grab two walnuts together in one hand and squeeze tightly to break the shells. The 80-year-old man, Evghenii, then rode a bicycle home, awaiting our arrival as we had been invited. Another old couple then hopped on their horse-drawn wagon and waved at us as they rode away.

We arrived at Evghenii and Maria Scura’s home as he was getting off his bicycle. He told us that the man next door was in the hospital in a coma and someone else was caring for his chickens. It turns out the man is Evghenii’s nephew-in-law. Apparently he wasn’t stable enough when the paramedics came so they couldn’t take him, they didn’t have the expertise. He wound up being air lifted and he’s been in the hospital a couple weeks.

The Scura home is a small two-bedroom turned four-bedroom home that they have been living in for over 50 years. They raised all five of their children in the two-room house and added two more rooms including a bathroom with toilet and bathtub after the kids moved out. Until that time they had no running water. They sat my mom down and exchanged gifts with her. My mom stayed in their house in 2005 and has come back to visit them every year since then. This is my mom’s last trip to Moldova so they said their farewells and agreed to meet in heaven.

We then left for Reutel (pronounced Royetsel) but stopped at the city center in Balti (pronouced Belts) since we had time and mom wanted me to see the square. There was a large center area with no traffic, the National Arts Theater, and many shops and some attractions. One ten-story building is being built that will house most of the shops, but the building has been under construction for ten years awaiting more funding so it can be finished.

In front of the City Parliament building there is a statue of King Stephen. I was taking a picture of it but there was a guy sitting in front of it. I was avoiding him in the picture but he got up when he saw me taking a photo. He heard us speaking English and came up to talk to us. It turns out he is a Christian from Texas and his wife is Moldovan. They are living here for a year and evangelizing. He has been to the prison and to several schools. He was very encouraged that we were there and we exchanged information and agreed to pray for each other.

On the way back to the car Slavic asked us to try Cvas, a non-alcoholic fermented drink that it apparently made with bread. It looks like beer but tasted more like partially fermented apple juice. It was quite good. Mom took a picture of me two-fisting the cups, it looks like I’m drinking beer. Back to the car under the walnut tree we departed again for Reutel.

Reutel is just outside the city limits of Balti. We arrived at Emanuel church, a church my mom has visited every year. They have a beautiful new building they finished constructing in 2016 (although it is still under construction on the inside). The pastor was Anatoli Shcherbanyuk who has been to Tacoma a few times. He lost his wife to cancer a couple years ago and has had a really hard time with it. He has five grown children, three of whom are still in Moldova and very active in the church.

It was a very nice church service with a guest speaker from Romania. His missionary travel partner, Pavel, translated for us since he is much better and Romanian than Loida. He did an excellent job translated the pastors message from Acts. He spoke about the need to take the church with us when we move about. He spoke of Priscilla and Aquila who, when we read from Acts, 2 Timothy and Ephesians, we see that each place they went they had a church in their home. They lived out their faith everywhere they went and fellowship and spread the gospel in every town they lived. At times they were forced to move to make a living and other times for persecution reasons, but they were faithful to their calling (our calling) to take the gospel to the ends of the earth.

After church they invited us into the original part of the church where they have covered the old baptistry with a floor and built a fellowship hall. There they had coffee, grapes and cake for us. It turns out this was birthday cake and, after we were seated, the congregation surprised me by singing Happy Birthday to me in three languages. There were 12 to 15 people singing, it was really a treat. The cake was delicious and I had a great conversation with Pavel. He has been to the U.S. many times and we promised to connect the next time he’s in the Seattle area.

Mom gave some of her washable feminine napkins to the ladies and then we departed home, arriving at the Ark around 8:45pm. My room is quite comfortable on the sixth floor.

Day One in Balti – Pronounced Belts

The Australian team left at 2:30am for the airport. Most of the interpreters went home last night. Breakfast was quieter this morning with only about ten of us. Steve, Viktoriya and Veana are going to Romania for a few days. My mom’s friend, Slavic, a young man that has been her driver many times in past years, picked us up at 9:00am and we left for Balts (once again, I don’t have the characters on my keyboard to properly spell the name). It was a two hour drive.

We arrived at The Ark church, a large building that was constructed 18 years ago. There was only one Baptist church in the city and it was in a remote area. The government didn’t want to allow this church to be built on this prime land in the center of the city but, through much prayer, it was finally allowed. The government controls what churches can exist and where they are located.


The Ark is a six story building with a large worship center and offices on the six floors on the back side of the building. On the sixth floor are guest rooms where my mom and I are staying. There is no elevator so we get to climb up with our bags. The rooms are large and comfortable. I chose a room with two twins and a bunk bed since it is a large room with a small desk.


After settling in we visited Slavik’s father, Sergei, who was my mom’s driver from the very beginning of her visits here, back in 2003. He has been suffering with some bad neurological problems that have caused him to be bedridden and has undergone three surgeries. He had Pneumonia with resulted in an infection in his back (or something like that – this ignorance is why I’m not part of the medical team). We talked with him for 30 minutes, drank tea and prayed for him.

We then drove to Stella’s home. She was my mom’s translator for many years and is an English teacher at the university. Her husband, Michael, has a ranch where he grows vegetables to sell wholesale at the market and he raises rabbits. We had rabbit for dinner, the first time for both my mom and me. It was good – it tastes like chicken (or does chicken tastes like rabbit)?

We talked a lot about the church in Moldova and life in Moldova, and reminisced about past mission trips. They surprised me with a birthday cake and sang Happy Birthday in English. I asked if they could sing the song that they sing in Moldova and Stella said that they sing our English version. Our visit lasted about three hours and then we were off to do some Voltaren shopping (you wouldn’t understand). Voltaren is $7 per tube here, compared to $200 at home. We have a very broken healthcare system in the U.S., in case you didn’t already know.


It is a beautiful day today, about 80 degrees and sunny. We got some light sprinkles late in the day as I was sitting at the coffee shop next door and using their wi-fi. I ordered an Oreo milkshake which was more like a glass of cold sweet milk with a couple Oreos blended in. I watched him put ice cream in but it wasn’t enough to make it thick. I was able to chat with Susan for a while on Messenger before heading to the church to go to bed. I was out cold by 9:00pm. I haven’t been able to sleep past 5:00am all week – I guess this is fairly normal. I think I am finally over my jet lag, just in time to get ready to go home.

School Clinic in Baltsata – Sept 14

I can’t spell the name of the village properly on this keyboard as it has no Russian or Romanian characters. This is a predominantly Russian speaking village, quite interesting since Budesti (also not spelled correctly) is only 5 miles down the road and predominantly Romanian-speaking. I asked Corina why and she said that Moldova has a very interesting history but to sum it up it has to do with where the certain people groups were placed during the wars and conflicts in these areas.
Kids in the class as my mom gives away gift bags
Today was a better day for me. I was energized and excited to share the gospel again. The morning was very busy and I saw dozens of people, almost a steady stream of groups coming into my evangelism room. Corina was translating for me again today – Andrie had to bow out since he doesn’t speak good Russian.
After lunch I watched Steve pull some teeth and share the gospel with his patients. For some reason the dental patients aren’t always making it to my office but Steve does a great job making sure he shares with his patients. He has a real passion for sharing and a very gentle and loving presentation.
I was reading the gospel of John today during my down time when nobody was being registered and when I came to John 20:7 I wanted to share the significance of Jesus’ face cloth. I told him that in those days when the master of the house got up from the table he would fold up his napkin and place it on the table if he was going to return so the servants would not clear his place setting. In the same way Jesus was signifying that he will be returning.
Then Steve shared something that blew me away. He referred to Psalm 22:6 “But I am a worm and not a man”. He told me that the word for worm refers to a very specific worm known as the crimson worm. This worm climbs a dead tree and lays it’s eggs on the way up the tree. Then it dies and drips a crimson red substance onto the eggs. It must die to give birth to it’s young and if it doesn’t the eggs won’t live. Whoa!
That night I was reading Mark 10 and I came to verses 47-48 “And if your eye causes you to sin, tear it out. It is better for you to enter the kingdom of God with one eye than with two eyes to be thrown into hell, ‘where their worm does not die and the fire is not quenched’”. Did you catch that? Never before had I understood the reference to the worm.
Then I looked at the cross-reference and was sent to the final verses of the book of the prophet Isaiah. Look it up!
Billy and me in the Evangelism Room
Today was the finish of the ministry. Back at camp we had a special BBQ dinner with sausages, Pork, Chicken and delicious salads. Then we had a big birthday cake for people with birthdays in September.
and we took a final team photo before saying goodbyes
Medical Clinic Summary:
We saw 285 patients in Budesti and 161 patients in Baltsata, roughly 450 in total, almost all of whom heard the gospel (a few people got to the doctor before coming to my evangelism office). Steve, our dentist, saw approximately 200 patients, many of whom were just a consultation (they didn’t need any work).
Almost everyone received a New Testament (not everybody wanted one but most everyone took one).
The biggest issue we saw was high blood pressure – it seemed to be a chronic problem in Moldova and our doctors don’t know why.
Trisha and the eyeglasses team handed out 826 pairs of glasses in five days.

Clinic in the School – Thursday Sept 13

Today is Veana’s birthday, nineteen years old. We sang Happy Birthday at breakfast and she got a box of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers.

It was an early departure since we have to set up the clinic so we at breakfast at 7:00am. As has been the case every day this week I am not sleeping past 5:00am so I was able to run before breakfast.

We took over a grade school today. The principal gave up her office to Steve could use her desk as a dental table. I used a classroom, John used the library, the triage desk and the pharmacy were set up in the hallway.

My mom and Billy Dow visited several young children classes (first through third grades) in the morning, distributing gift bags, teaching the children how to properly brush their teeth, and sharing the gospel using the gospel bracelets.

It was a very busy morning, all the way up until lunchtime. Lunch was cucumber and tomato salad (very common with almost every meal), rice and chicken. Dima went to the store and bought ice cream sandwiches for everyone.

After lunch it was much slower. I was under attack for a while, feeling very disinterested in continuing. I have been sharing the gospel with groups of 2-10 people dozens of times per day for three days without being able to accurately read or understand the responses of the people. The enemy was digging at me – making me feel discouraged, for lack of a better term. I recognized that I needed to stop and pray so we took a break.

In the next group of people there was a lady that I suspect was a Jehovah’s Witness. She was rolling her eyes while I was explaining God’s judgment of sin and talking about heaven and hell. She said she doesn’t want to go to heaven, she wants to live forever on the earth. I told her that one day God will create a new heaven and a new earth and all that repent and believe in Jesus will dwell with him there forever. She said “When will that be”. I told her that Jesus said that concerning that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but the Father only. In fact, it could be tonight, and if you don’t repent today you will not dwell there. She continued to disregard the truth and remained haughty and proud. This did nothing to encourage me so I prayed again.

The next group to come through was a real blessing from God and an answer to my prayers. Two ladies thanked me exuberantly for coming to share our love for them and for sharing the gospel. I was re-energized and encouraged. The rest of the afternoon was slow with nobody coming through after 3:00pm. Many members of the team were playing soccer in the field behind the school. My mom was making balloons for the children and a lot of the girls were stringing bead necklaces with materials provided by our team.
Our day wrapped up at 5:00pm and we all returned to camp by 6:00pm. Dinner was at 7:00pm and by the time we finished our team meeting and prayer it was bed at 9:30pm.

Three-Day Moldovan Summary

Internet has been non-existent and my journaling has been spotty due to a lack of time. Below is a summary of the trip so far with a lot of missing details, but there’s enough here to keep you updated. I will add more details and break up this post into multiple days another time. Here is the summary:

Monday – Clinic Day One – 9/10/2018

The clinic is an already existing medical clinic. A couple of the regular doctors are still here but we took over the clinic, using all of the rooms. There are four people set up at the entrance for triage and four other rooms for medical care and dental work. Andrie and I are using one of the exam rooms for consultation, where we are sharing the gospel with all patients. Trisha was across the street at the community center distributing reading glasses.

Andrie and I have five chairs set up in the room for patients. We have Bibles and some tracts to distribute. I am sharing slightly differently each time, varying my message as I try to find the best way to connect with them. Ultimately, though, the gospel doesn’t change and the same core message is preached each time. Most people seemed quite receptive most of the day with the exception of one man that spoke out to say that this isn’t what he came here for, to which I told him he doesn’t have to stay to listen to me and he got up and left. It turns out he left the clinic without being seen by the doctor. We distributed about 50 Bibles and shared with about 65 patients, including a few kids.

A few more than 80 people came through the clinic today, down from the usual 200 per day. It was raining which may have made a difference. Some of our team was quite disappointed at the low turnout. Steve is taking his dental equipment to a school tomorrow rather than the clinic – he feels he will get more done that way – he was only able to work on two patients today.


My mom and Billy went to a couple schools today, distributing the gift bags we made Saturday. They visited eight classrooms, each with about 30 kids per class. They showed the kids how to brush their teeth, shared the gospel using the wordless bracelet,

We closed the clinic and drove away at exactly 6:00pm, stopping for ice cream on the way home. I bought an ice cream sandwich with a 20 Lei bill and she gave me change for a 50. I often don’t even pay attention to the change I’m getting back when shopping overseas since I can’t determine the bills quickly enough, but this time I saw her enter it into the cash register so I knew the change was incorrect. She was quite surprised and glad that I called it to her attention which made me reflect on our sinful nature as humans: She shouldn’t be shocked, but our natural tendency would be to keep the incorrect change. When we make a purchase we are agreeing to give them a certain amount of money for an item but we will suddenly take advantage of someone’s mistake if it’s to our benefit. However, if we were short-changed we would be sure to make them correct their mistake. We honor and worship money more than God.

Dinner was served at 7:00pm back at the camp. Our team has doubled since we each have a translator assigned to us. My eyes are as heavy as bricks.

Prison Day – Tuesday 9/11/2018

Today I was able to visit two prisons and a drug and alcohol rehabilitation center/house.

I drove to the clinic with the rest of the team and immediately began modifying some of the children’s gift bags to be more appropriate for the inmates. We removed the gift (gloves, scarf or hat) and added a piece of candy and two more travel-size tubes of toothpaste to each bag. I was told there would be about 20 inmates at each prison but, in hopes of more, we prepared 86 bags.

Billy took over the evangelism role while I was in the prison. He gave his testimony and Andrie shared the gospel.

We drove 20 minutes to the first prison and met Giena, a 48 year old man who repented in 1995 and has been visiting this prison every Tuesday for several years. He is one of the pastors of the same church where Valera serves. He is a very Russian-looking man with a shaved head and a large, strong build. We transferred supplies to his car and then walked into the prison. He had cookies and Moldovan candy to take into the prison with us. Security was quite tight – they looked through all of our bags and did a thorough pat down on each of us. We entered through the courtyard and immediately came to a doorway that led to an eight x 30 foot room where the Christian men gather. This is their church and, as I understand it, they call it their prayer room.


I didn’t know what to expect and wasn’t extremely comfortable at first. I didn’t notice that I was uncomfortable until I had been there for fifteen minutes at which time I suddenly realized that this was going to be a very informal time of fellowship and friendship. There were about twenty men altogether but at no time were all of them in the room at the same time. Some came and went and several were there the entire time. One man was in the back room making tea and putting the cookies and candies on plates for all of us. The men were all seated in seats along the long walls and there was a long table in the center of the room that extended almost the entire length of the room. We all sat around the table drinking tea, eating cookies and talking for three hours, from 10:00am until 1:00pm.


The men were full of questions, asking about life in the U.S., the prisons in the U.S., the prisons in Africa and the rest of the world, and asking about how I came to Christ. I shared my testimony with them and also asked them questions about their lives in the prison. They all have beds with mattresses, they eat three meals per day, and they all have clothing. They don’t wear uniforms in the prisons of Moldova. They said that uniforms would make them feel like a Jew in a death camp with a number tattooed onto their arm. They feel like real people when they get to wear their own clothes.

They can receive money if people bring it to them and they can purchase goods at the prison, but they are very limited as to how much they can purchase at a time. If people bring them gifts they have to pay the prison to be able to keep them. I guess this is how the prison keeps everyone on an even distribution of wealth.

I gave the gift bags to the men and explained to them that my mom had makes the bags to give to kids in the schools but she wanted me to bring some to them, as well. They were really excited to receive them and said that this kind of toothpaste is very expensive here. One of them left the room and came back a while later with a gift for my mom, a wall plaque with a rose made out of bread. Yes, you read that correctly, they use water to make bread into a consistency that they can use to mold it into shapes like leaves and pedals, then they assemble it and paint it.

After two-and-a-half hours one of them asked me if I could share a message from the scriptures before we had to leave. I modified my favorite evangelistic message and taught from Mark 10, the rich young ruler.

We left the clinic at 1:00pm and went to lunch at O’café where I had Buckwheat and Chicken, a delicious soup and a cappuccino. We were there until 1:45 and then left for the second prison which is right around the corner, on the opposite side of the block from the first prison.



After closing the clinic I went with Valera, Billy, Andrie and Chrissy to the rehabilitation center. There were seven men living there. We sat with them and talked for about an hour. They talked about their lives, we introduced ourselves, I gave some encouragement from my testimony, and Chrissy offered them some medical advice and recovery expectations from her professional background (she is a Drug and Alcohol Rehabilitation Nurse in Australia).

Wednesday, September 12, 2018 – Clinic Day 3

Today is our last day at the clinic. This afternoon we will pack up and move everything to a clinic in another town where we will be working tomorrow and Friday.

The weather is much nicer today. The sun is shining and it is warmer. The past couple days it has been wet with showers and rain, much like a Seattle rain.

The clinic has been busy this morning, we’ve had a steady flow of people coming through the clinic. Steve is with us again today and, last time I looked, he was seeing patients – one man walked out smiling with a piece of gauge in his mouth, smiling because he lost a tooth 🙂

The message I am sharing with patients today is that we are a team of medical professionals that God has gifted with the ability to diagnose and help cure their illnesses, but it is not us that does the healing. It is God who created us, God who sustains us, and God who heals us. God loves us and, therefore, we are hopeful that he will heal them through our medical attention. Not only does God care about our bodies and our health while we are on this earth, he also cares about our life after our bodies die. God created us for a purpose – to love us and to fellowship with us forever. However, he gave us the ability to reason and to know what is right and what is wrong. When we do what we know is wrong we sin against God, showing him that we don’t really love him as he expects us to. Because He is just he can’t ignore our sin, he must punish it. The Bible tells us that the wages of sin is death (Rom 6:23), that the soul that sins must die, not only a physical death but a spiritual death, eternal condemnation in hell. God willingly forgives us but he can’t and couldn’t leave our sins unpunished. The greatest demonstration of God’s love for us is that although we deserve the just punishment for our sins, He provided the sacrifice necessary – he became a man and dwelt among us in the person of Jesus Christ, living a perfect and sinless life and, therefore, not deserving of death. When he hung on the cross he took upon himself the full wrath of God, he bore the punishment for every sin of everyone who would believe in him, repent of their sins and trust in him for their salvation. Three days later he rose from the dead, proving that he has the power over death, and he now sits at the right hand of God in heaven. He has paid the price, there is nothing we must or can do to earn his forgiveness except to believe on Jesus – a belief that drives us to our knees because we recognize that it is our sins that caused the sinless lamb of God to die on the cross. This type of belief will result in a repentant heart that desires to live a life that pleases him.

I shared with probably 15-20 groups of people today (maybe more), ranging from three to 8 people. A lot of children came through the clinic today to see the pediatrician.

There is a really cute little girl. about three-years-old, in the hall waiting to see the doctor and singing the ABCs in English. As I sit here typing this there is a box of the gifts that we took out of the gift bags that went to the prisoners, so I gave her a pair of pink gloves and a pink scarf with little animals on it.

Andrie, my translator, is very tired today and I don’t think he’s very excited to be here. At the end of the day he switched places with Mark. We had three or four groups after they switched and we closed the clinic at 5:00pm.

After lunch we walked next door to get ice cream and then we were all taken to the community center where the mayor and several other city leaders (three whom I recognized from visiting the clinic during the week) were all assembled to thank us and give us recognition. They had certificates for each of us, a painting painted by a child in the town, and a “Discover Moldova” book.