Bacow, Romania
I am weeping as I am in front of my grandmother's high school. Please let me start from the beggining. We hop in the van and drive to Bacow. Here we did not see our normal sites. For example we DIDN'T go to a bunch of museums or churches. Today we had a day for my mom, my sister, and me. It was my blood. Today was where we saw where my mom's side of the family lived in their childhood. First we saw the area where my great grandparents mill...