At the fringe of the country, tucked next tothe Ukrainian border, is Romania'smost isolated region, Maramures.
Maramures is fiercelytraditional.
Its centuries-old ways endure.
Horse carts are commonplace.
The men wear distinctivestraw hats.
The women are toughas the land.
People work the fields,as they have for generations.
Village roads are linedwith ornate wooden gateways.
These gateways areintentionally elaborate, designed to show offthe family's wealth.
The gates protectfamily compounds.
Along with a home,you'll find a barn, a garden,and an old-time dipping well.
And if you've nevertried one of these, locals are happy to demonstrate.
Can you show me the well? Yeah? What do we have? Yeah? Like this? Okay.
Nice! Okay, so, in to the horses? There we go.
We're stayingat a farmhouse B&B.
Our host ritualisticallycloses the gate behind us.
People here are superstitious,especially after dark.
But first, we'regetting a little tour.
Traditional Romanians collect their nicest belongingsinto one room, designed to impresstheir guests.
Heirloom dowriesare lovingly displayed.
These are bridal giftsgoing back generations.
Tonight, we're being treatedto a farmer's feast.
The food is typicalof the region — rustic, delicious,and farm-fresh.
Our host, Anna, is determinedto feed us well.
Hearty salads, cabbage rolls.
Polenta is a dailytreat around here, and pork is big.
In Romania,like everywhere else, food is especially tastywhen it's local and fresh.
And everything goes betterwith the local firewater.
[ Speaks Romanian ] ♪♪ After dinner, the eveningcontinues in the music room, where Anna's husbandgets out his violin and shares somerousing folk music.
[ Singing in Romanian ] [ Singing in Romanian ].