Something more coherent for everyone to reward your patience. T and I both woke up with the sniffles this morning in Sibiu. I blame her though, as she got sick first two days ago, leaking brain fluid all day from L'viv to Timisoara to Sibiu.
Romanian customs check was absolute genius...a rough transcription: "Nothing to declare? Only clothes?....Oookay." And all we could do was just look at the guy with a glassy morning eyed face and nod in perplexity at the end of it all. I suppose we really just don't fit the smuggler profile. Almost disappointing to be honest, considering they are apparently on a heightened lookout for smuggling. Still, I have to say I was grateful - at that hour of the morning, getting strip searched for Ukrainian cigarettes, or sheet metal, or band-aids, or whatever else, wasn't exactly on my to-do list.
Made our fist Romanian Friend in Timisoara - a police officer. His job: protect the "security objective". The "security objective": electoral campaign posters. Yes, his job consisted of standing beside a dozen campaign posters, for eight hours a day, standing I say, not sitting, to make sure none got vandalised. Needless to say, he was bored out of his tree and eager to practice his English and explain to us, with a thick note of irony, his magnificent "security objective" posting, among other things. Turns out, his dream: to buy a ferrari and open a taxi service - no joke- he said it, not me.
Just got back from a 12km hike back in from a country village, Rasinari - near Sibiu at the foot of the Fagaras mountains. Cultural experience in true living - Romanian living at any rate. Gorgeous - worn, dilapidated, dated, gap-toothed smiles. As real as they get, and each friendlier than the last.
Bound for Sighisoara in the morning. Day trips into the country from there, if all goes well. So if you don't hear from us...look in the thatch-roofed homes of rural Romania - we may be busy candle making, sheep tending, peddling, and just generally living with grimy fingernails and a homey home in the finest Romanian tradition.
Until then, I recommend the sheeps milk cheese - very tasty.
ps- Pictures when we have access to a better computer.
pps- T and I both agree L'viv was stellar.