As today being Sunday, today is Church day, just like back home. Catalina wanted me to go to church with her, and I thought it would be nice. Her Church has services at many times during the day, but she usually goes to the 4 PM service, so that is what we did.
We met Sis (Laura) in front of the Church, and then walked inside. Laura went to sit down in a pew, but Catalina didn't. She just stood in the back. I wasn't sure what was going on, so I asked her why weren't going to be seated. Apparently, she doesn't sit in the pews, she stays in the back.
I was somewhat surprised...stunned even. Why not? It just didn't seem...right? But I looked around, and she wasn't the only one. In fact, there were people outside who didn't even come into the Church. They just stayed outside and followed along with the service. I don't understand....but I guess its not for me to worry about it either.
Romania is a young country, most of the people you see walking around have to be much younger than me. I sometimes ponder the movie "Soylent Green" but you do some elderly folks wondering around. Thank goodness...
Anyway, the Church is filled with many young people, and its interesting to see what is worn to Church here in Romania. As my kids will tell you, I am not a fashionista by any means, so maybe I am out of touch. Still, there are a few things I'm not sure is appropriate church wear.
Such as the young lady who wore a thin white tank top with a huge silvery shiny Playboy bunny on the front, black bra (the straps were showing...tank top remember?), skin tight jeans, and stiletto high heels. Or I saw a nun walk in, and right behind her was this woman wearing the shortest shorts I'd ever seen in a Church. Almost anywhere for that matter....the song "Short Shorts" immediately sprang to mind. I could mention many other examples....but I think I get the idea across.
Not that I'm complaining, but it was a surprise. For some reason I figured it would be more dressy. I can just image what would happen if someone walked in with one of those outfits into a Church in Pryor. There would be talk for days...and week....
Just for the record, I wore jeans and a dress shirt. Didn't come with a lot of dress clothes, so I wore what I could.
The service (Roman Catholic) is a lot like the service in the Episcopal Church, so even thought I couldn't tell what was actually being said, I knew what was going on. I could tell when the Sermon started, and could even "translate" some of the words being said at certain points. Cat was impressed.
I didn't go up for communion. I'm pretty sure that isn't allowed, especially considering my situation. Lets see...divorced, married twice, non-Catholic. I didn't want to get struck down by lightning... could feel the electricity building for even considering communion as an option.
Best not to tempt fate.