…from the Carpathian Mountains on our way to Lviv, the loveliest of cities.
Note: this is from September 16, 2019, the day after distant members of my family tracked me down and visited me up the mountain behind the man and his horse. They drove up this road and the next day we drove down it on our way to Lviv for the last few days of our time in Ukraine. Those days are so vivid. I dream of them, the scent of woodsmoke and the pears and apples drying in sheds for uzvar, the sun, the sound of water as the rivers threaded their way through the mountains, the Tisza, the white and black Cheremosh, the Rybnitsa.