Loaded up this morning and said goodbye Klaipeda. On our way, we stopped at a Lithuanian village cemetery and chatted up a very nice septuagenarian. He was tending a gravesite of a friend's family member. He joked, "I am retired, have lots of time". It was interesting to see the care and detail of beloved lost family members. On to the Hill of Crosses. Lithuanians love their hills, maybe since they have so few. 😊 The Hill of Crosses, a grassy double hillock, is teeming with somewhere between 200,000 and 2,000,000 wooden crosses. Quite impossible to get an accurate count. The tradition started here in the 14th century. In more recent history, a place that is a memorial to the fallen freedom fighters. The Soviets made numerous attempts to bulldoze the hill. The resilient Lithuanians would quickly rebuild. It is quite a site to visit. Words and pics just cannot capture it's impact.
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