Heading north towards Ploieşti, 28 August

There was so much fresh produce for sale along the highway we finally had to give in. Tomatoes. Ah, tomatoes. The Spanish went to the New World seeking gold and they found something better—tomatoes. I go to Romania seeking tomatoes and this is my first encounter although I wait until later to take my first bite. We noticed these umbrellas boldly proclaiming "Probably...". I guess they're not quite sure enough to say "The best...". That's OK with me. I've seen so many "Best in the world" statements that I believe none of them. This one I can believe... probably.