Until the cows come home...
In America, if someone was to tell you - "You'll wait to the cow's come home for ________ to happen," you get the sense that you will be waiting a loooooooooooong time.
In Moldova, you can almost set your clock to the cows coming home, every night - at 9pm, or at the start of the sunset. They walk home, everyones' cows in a large pack led by one villager, and each cow stops at their own gate - or at side streets where their owners are waiting to escort them home. Traffic stops (if there is traffic) and there is a mass cow-street crossing.
Here, the cows come home daily. You wait for them, yes - but you know when they will come.
In Moldova, you can almost set your clock to the cows coming home, every night - at 9pm, or at the start of the sunset. They walk home, everyones' cows in a large pack led by one villager, and each cow stops at their own gate - or at side streets where their owners are waiting to escort them home. Traffic stops (if there is traffic) and there is a mass cow-street crossing.
Here, the cows come home daily. You wait for them, yes - but you know when they will come.
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