We wandered around and were chased off from a booth from the local winery after being told they were waiting for the. 8220;VIPs” to come first. Thinking nothing of it we moved to another booth where we ran into Andrei and Lilia. At each booth we were all poured a cup of wine or cognac or samagon and encouraged to eat something. Presentations and toasts ensued, followed by, in most cases, dancing a little jig (the hora which I cannot seem to master). By the time we had visited five or six booths the membe...
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