Going rural is like going back in time.

First, you get trees, grass, fresh air, no traffic, no noise, no concrete nor asphalt (well, almost). And it’s even better if you catch the perfect weather and the trees in bloom.

Secondly, you get to meet the awesome village people (I’m not talking about these). And some of them are really funny:
– a happy guy (happy as in “I drank 3L of beer and I can’t stop smiling”) in church enchanting everyone with his beautiful singing. Unfortunately, the police came to stop the fun (as they usually do).
– the priest preaching: “Kids these days don’t read holy books, instead they read crap like Harry Potter, written by a demonic writer”
– the guys with this classical Dacia Mercedes (booming manele)

Bonus: picture with a barrack. To be fair, that’s just for animals and hay, people use cement+sand-based buildings.