LoFi Lounge last night. Good music, little crowd. The atmosphere did not impress me. Chinese restaurant today, Green Tea and then Lebanese restaurant. Good company at the Chinese restaurant, white tea at the Green Tea, which in fact is a sort of green tea, and excellent food and prices at the Lebanese restaurant. Online now.
As you all know, and if you don’t, well you should, this Friday was a Friday 13. Also, the day just before Valentine. Given the financial crisis I had to check the effects. The signs were clear.
We landed in Sinaia, where Andressa’s readership went up here. Documented the fact with photos.
Moved on to Peles Castle. Deeply recommend the extented tour. I was impressed with both guides in English. Both girls. Maybe there is still hope for Romanian tourism, and services.
Stopped to Pelisor. Maria’s Chamber in Gold is really something unique. Go visit, as in 2010 Pelisor will become the summer residence for the royal family, and…
Finally, we stopped in Bran just in time to find that the Castle was closed for visitation, due to the winter schedule.
So back he hopped. Literally, since the road near Mioveni, you know, where they make cars, was the best Moon surface reprezentation on Earth.
It’s been so long since I have last been so involved in a work project. It feels good. The downsize is I have not been blogging in like a week.I am definitely hitting the road to Sinaia and Peles, to show our country to our special foreign guests :)
He’s cut his long hair, so he asked me to buy him hair gel. Which I did. And the look of the cashier was priceless. Well, she tried looking me in the eyes, but her wandering eyes kept sliding to my nonexistent hair.
I am here, with my laptop in my lap. He is here, laptop in his lap. I am listening to surround music. He is watching a TV series, noise absorbent headphones on his ears. And we’re coordinating going out to eat Chinese over the chat.
If you know me even very remotely, then you must know by now I don’t cook. Furthermore, cooking is so big, such a big deal, than most probably when I am cooking I will be referring to it as “making food”.So today I have cooked. That would be French potatoes - no, not to be mistaken for French fries. And what, may I ask, were the reactions I got?!?My mom asked me “Are you short for cash?”, my boyfriend said “Are you going to die after you eat them potatoes” (he is the wonder cook between the two of us, but the potatoes have been lying around for a very long while), and my best friend said “…but I don’t like French potatoes” and that was as he was confessing he’d like to eat something and I invited him over.Oh, well.For the record, I like French potatoes, they are part of the nice memories. Dating back to dark communist times, I remember getting home from school and getting notes from my parents: ” There’s a pot, stick it in the oven, leave it for 20 minutes and eat”. And let me tell you, that sour cream was hard to come by during those times!So guess what am I having as we speak? 
Shanghai, Berlin and Peugeot make for a funny association. Funny and memorable.
I have just had blue soup. Also known as Lion Head, I don’t remember if I have mentioned this Chinese specialty here. In this particular case it was blue from the blue cabbage. Normally it would be made with regular cabbage. Salty, therefore tasty if you ask me. I suspect if my death occurs because of food reasons, it will be either too much sugar or salt.
I was also just about to say a certain post of mine appears to be lost, when I accidentally found it “Your Drafts” - thank you very much.
And Merry Christmas and, eventually, a Happy New Year! It’s that time when I don’t have a day that’s not the birthday of a friend. Like my friends are competing with Christ or something (said the religious fearing Christian in me, awaiting lighting to strike).
Because, so far it’s been a year since our love at first sight. And you still rock my world.
Also it’s the birthday of a friend and reader. Happy birthday, you know who you are.
And on top of that last night I had a little bit too much to drink, which lead to being a bad guest and to insomnia again. Let me tell you , Bucharest streets at six on a Friday the morning are pretty lively as I was hovering towards my own bed ridden with hangover.
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