On my last morning in Serafyntsi I took a walk from my cousin Maria’s house to the centre of the village. It took about 15 minutes. In the heart of the village I took a moment to drink everything in; it’s hard to imagine a more idyllic place. Cue the owl hooting.
I headed back home a few minutes later, only to be greeted by Sergey in his van, worried that I’d become lost and couldn’t find my way home.