I don't even know where to start. How do you begin to sum up fourteen days in a country as incredible as Romania? Do I show you the insanely beautiful pictures first, in a sort of shock and awe campaign?
Peles Castle, the summer home of Romania's first official king.
(Yes, that's a real photo--completely untouched. For serious, yo. The Romanian countryside and mountains are like stepping into a fairytale.)
Do I talk about experiences, and how much fun it was to get to have time with just Hot Stuff?
What? Oh, I dunno, I guess he's a little bit taller than I am.
Also, hottest translator ever.
Do I talk about the amazing museums filled to the brim with stuff that American museums can only dream of having--and the Romanians have so much of it they don't even know what to do with the stuff?
This would NOT be an example. Creepy, right?? That gross little baby head at the top of the coat of arms is supposed to be the Pope. I think. That, or he's just supposed to be the Stuff of Nightmares.
A lot of people have asked me about the food. I'm not really a foodie and didn't take pictures, but I could tell you all about the fabulous cuisine.
Guess which dish was my favorite?
Or do I just go ahead and get back to editing an old project instead and start posting by location tomorrow? Yeah. I think so.
Just outside of Dracula's mountain fortress.
Also, quick poll: How many days can I use jetlag as an excuse not to answer my piles of email? I'm gonna go for seven. Although I feel sort of like this:
This slug was so big I'm pretty sure its diet consists of the souls of the dead. Gluttonous little monster. One of the only truly terrifying things in the whole country.