To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.
-Freya Stark
To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.
-Freya Stark
(You can find parts 1-4 here, and part 5 here.)
Here it is, the day before Thanksgiving and time to write my semiregular post on Autumn. The last was written in mid-October of 2017, over two years ago. I never got around to writing it last year, most likely because this time last year I was looking forward to another trip to Bucharest and not necessarily dreading the season. I was looking forward to the centenary of Romania’s Great Union Day, the parade, the Christmas Market at Piata Constitutiei, the street decorations, possibly a day trip to Brasov, and maybe even a little snow. All of that came to pass, and I had a wonderful time.
For the first time in forever (apologies to Kristen Anderson-Lopez and Robert Lopez for borrowing your line), Continue reading “Despre toamnă, a șasea parte (About Autumn, part 6) and Happy Thanksgiving”
We’re preparing to move from the place that we’ve lived at for over ten years. I received an email from the assistant manager of my current place regarding my lease renewal and made an appointment with her to discuss our move out.
Mihaela Zoltany is her name. I think to myself, “Mihaela is a Romanian name”, but I didn’t know about the surname Zoltany. I also suspected that “Mihaela” is probably common in other countries as well.
I went to the appointment and met her. The accent was much more obvious this time. I said, “Mihaela. Is that eastern European?”
“I’m from Romania.”
The coincidences are compelling. I need to go back. And I need to get my DNA checked.