We are greeted to town by this sign, as most signs in Transylvania, bilingual. The Petreni is pretty recognizable as Of Peter, and the Szentpetr (here with a Romanian flourish the s
econd e in 'Peter', also, especially when you've learned that 's' is 'sh' and 'sz' is 's', it is, well, duck soup: but ah my friends and oh my foes, what is a Homorod? Stay tuned. We have arrived on Ma
undy Thursday, a solemn service shadowing the Last Supper. Rev. Kinga Szekely Reka, our host, has invited the young Rev. Levente Csaki from
a nearby town to deliver the sermon at the evening service. Kinga is dressed in the appropriate black, but Rev. Csaki has the full academic robe. On Good Friday and Easter, Kinga will wear her own robe in her pulpit. The congregational president opts for traditional garb. After the service, the congregation meets in a circle in front of the gate, exchanging gossip and pleasantries. This is the formal portrait they requested of the youngsters in attendance.
I like the unofficial version. No fair guessing whose head is in the foreground. The sun is getting low on the church and bell tower, which is the new part, dating to 1523.
Kinga tells us no one is sure of the date of the church, obviously well kept up, but sometime in the 1400's is a good guess. The inside has many mementos of the churches history, everything has a date on it and
names of donors, or plaques commemorating the losses in the two great wars. As we all turn to walk home – even the neighboring villages are only a 15 minute walk – the sun sets over the village, and our first afternoon in Homoroszentpetr.
We are greeted to town by this sign, as most signs in Transylvania, bilingual. The Petreni is pretty recognizable as Of Peter, and the Szentpetr (here with a Romanian flourish the s
econd e in 'Peter', also, especially when you've learned that 's' is 'sh' and 'sz' is 's', it is, well, duck soup: but ah my friends and oh my foes, what is a Homorod? Stay tuned. We have arrived on Ma
undy Thursday, a solemn service shadowing the Last Supper. Rev. Kinga Szekely Reka, our host, has invited the young Rev. Levente Csaki from
a nearby town to deliver the sermon at the evening service. Kinga is dressed in the appropriate black, but Rev. Csaki has the full academic robe. On Good Friday and Easter, Kinga will wear her own robe in her pulpit. The congregational president opts for traditional garb. After the service, the congregation meets in a circle in front of the gate, exchanging gossip and pleasantries. This is the formal portrait they requested of the youngsters in attendance. 
I like the unofficial version. No fair guessing whose head is in the foreground. The sun is getting low on the church and bell tower, which is the new part, dating to 1523.
Kinga tells us no one is sure of the date of the church, obviously well kept up, but sometime in the 1400's is a good guess. The inside has many mementos of the churches history, everything has a date on it and
names of donors, or plaques commemorating the losses in the two great wars. As we all turn to walk home – even the neighboring villages are only a 15 minute walk – the sun sets over the village, and our first afternoon in Homoroszentpetr.
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