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Travel Blogs from Bucharest
July 27, 28, and 29 - Bucharest, Romania
This is Dave writing this time. Michelle wasn't inspired to say much about Bucharest;
Michelle drafts this blog on her iPod and I edit it into the blog entry by checking and adding a few facts, filling in gaps in our story, and uploading the pictures. Usually, she gives me a well fleshed out story to work with. This time, for Bucharest, she gave me less than 100 words to ...
... Romania to be similar to its Caucus cousin across the Black Sea (perhaps in parts to their relative proximity and their similar second-half-of-the-20th-cent ury histories). Tbilisi was hot, sweaty and claustrophobic. Bucharest seems much less of all that, even though it is hot. Big green spaces let cities breathe and I love them. We certainly enjoyed them in Bucharest.
We also enjoyed the food, even if some of it consisted of ...
... m. for us) and we wanted to wake up around 3:30-4 a.m. and check the score and try to watch it.
It was about 3:34 a.m. when I felt Shelby poke me and say, "Cassie! It's almost halftime and it's tied, 21-21!!" I felt like it was Christmas morning haha I got out of my bed and we laid in her bed together and checked the score constantly because we weren't able to watch it in Romania. Around 6 a.m. we checked the final score and found out WVU won..I didn't brag ...
... to my hostel, and I had to be wary as Bucharest is known for its stray dogs roaming the streets at night.
The day before I left for the airport, I went to Caru' cu Bere for lunch. It is one of the oldest beer house in Bucharest. An impressive building in its own right, the Caru' cu Bere reminds us why Bucharest is known as 'little Paris'. The mural paintings, the stained glasses, and the carved cross-beams are all distinctive elements of an ...
... the numerous gift shops for some Parisian kitsch, settling for (not one but two) black and white postcards featuring a grotesque cow chomping on grass in front of the Eiffel Tower. Someone will think it's adorable.
Let me get this out of the way: I hate flying. I'll fly, sure, because nearly everywhere I want to go requires that I do it by plane, but I'm only going to do it one way: drunk. So even though it was 9am or some such terrible time, I ...
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