In Arad county, Romania. A picture taken by my sister, Catalina.
marți, iulie 25, 2006
luni, iulie 24, 2006
Television, the mirror of the soul
A severe sign that I miss Romania is that I video.googled Akcent. Akcent! ugh.
Upon hearing "In Culori", Michael admitted his endless fascination with Romanian music videos. He could watch Atomic TV and MTV Romania for hours, waiting for another adorable boy band video. We've upgraded to Dawson's Creek since. Oh, those lazy mornings...
Upon hearing "In Culori", Michael admitted his endless fascination with Romanian music videos. He could watch Atomic TV and MTV Romania for hours, waiting for another adorable boy band video. We've upgraded to Dawson's Creek since. Oh, those lazy mornings...
joi, iulie 20, 2006
Subliniez
Stiu ca dau link un pic mai la dreapta, dar nu ma pot abtine sa nu atrag atentia asupra unui post frumos: Tantistela.
joi, iulie 13, 2006
Voyage, voyage
In two weeks I am going on short trip to New York. I've been to NY before, but I never visited landmarks such as the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty. And I'm not planning to that now either. I am going to meet two special ladies in my life.
Oli and I..
Oli is my friend ever since high-school, my Amifran friend, my smoking friend, my langos friend.
I met I. in college. After our first year, she invited me to her place and she made eggplant salad and brownies. We talked almost all night. Four years later, we were flying over the Atlantic Ocean together, both coming to the US to get our Masters.
Meeting them is a good reason to travel. I've never traveled just to see places. I usually travel to see people or I travel to be with people. It's about the human touch... I realized this when thinking about some of the best trips of my life (in random order):
In September 1989, my sister and I went to the Black seaside with our dad. A family friend was the director of a camp there, so we had good rooms, overlooking the sea. Since it was autumn already, it wasn't that hot, but there were big waves and no lifeguards, so my sister and I had a blast throwing ourselves in the waves. I remember everything being so calm and slow...
One summer, my grandfather took my sister and I on a trip to Moneasa, a hilly resort in the mountains near my hometown. We stayed in a room that smelled like wood. I don't remember what we did... I remember my grandfather being happy to be with us.
Another summer, mum, dad, sis, and I went to the mountains with some other (quite loud) families. I was in elementary school. I remember that my dad used to cook for everybody, I remember that I tried to smell the ground pepper and I inhaled some which resulted in a day of sneezing, I remember my mum working out in the cabin's attic (which for some reason, my sister and I associated with the Romanian Gymnast team, OUR ULTIMATE IDOLS).
In April- May 1995 I went to a couple of French theater festivals in Belgium and France. That trip was important because that's where my friendship with Oli began. We were in Gand/Gent and she heard me pooping from the other room (don't ask... ). She liked me. Also, later during the trip, I had my first kiss. His name was Denis Mathieu and he smoked Gauloise Blondes.
One winter (I must have been around seven years old) my mum, dad, sis, and I went to a cabin in the mountains (Deia, near Campulung Moldovenesc, for the connoisseurs). Although winter, and although during communist times, the cabin was warm inside. And they had ice-cream. Ice-cream in the winter!
In July 2003 I went on a week-long trip with Michael through Transilvania: Brasov, Bran, Sighisoara, and Cluj. It was the last night in Cluj that I realized I was going to miss our evenings together and that I needed to be with him every evening.
Mountains, hills, Paris, Dracula's castle, New York...it doesn't matter much.
Voyage, voyage,
Éternellement.
Oli and I..
Oli is my friend ever since high-school, my Amifran friend, my smoking friend, my langos friend.
I met I. in college. After our first year, she invited me to her place and she made eggplant salad and brownies. We talked almost all night. Four years later, we were flying over the Atlantic Ocean together, both coming to the US to get our Masters.
Meeting them is a good reason to travel. I've never traveled just to see places. I usually travel to see people or I travel to be with people. It's about the human touch... I realized this when thinking about some of the best trips of my life (in random order):
In September 1989, my sister and I went to the Black seaside with our dad. A family friend was the director of a camp there, so we had good rooms, overlooking the sea. Since it was autumn already, it wasn't that hot, but there were big waves and no lifeguards, so my sister and I had a blast throwing ourselves in the waves. I remember everything being so calm and slow...
One summer, my grandfather took my sister and I on a trip to Moneasa, a hilly resort in the mountains near my hometown. We stayed in a room that smelled like wood. I don't remember what we did... I remember my grandfather being happy to be with us.
Another summer, mum, dad, sis, and I went to the mountains with some other (quite loud) families. I was in elementary school. I remember that my dad used to cook for everybody, I remember that I tried to smell the ground pepper and I inhaled some which resulted in a day of sneezing, I remember my mum working out in the cabin's attic (which for some reason, my sister and I associated with the Romanian Gymnast team, OUR ULTIMATE IDOLS).
In April- May 1995 I went to a couple of French theater festivals in Belgium and France. That trip was important because that's where my friendship with Oli began. We were in Gand/Gent and she heard me pooping from the other room (don't ask... ). She liked me. Also, later during the trip, I had my first kiss. His name was Denis Mathieu and he smoked Gauloise Blondes.
One winter (I must have been around seven years old) my mum, dad, sis, and I went to a cabin in the mountains (Deia, near Campulung Moldovenesc, for the connoisseurs). Although winter, and although during communist times, the cabin was warm inside. And they had ice-cream. Ice-cream in the winter!
In July 2003 I went on a week-long trip with Michael through Transilvania: Brasov, Bran, Sighisoara, and Cluj. It was the last night in Cluj that I realized I was going to miss our evenings together and that I needed to be with him every evening.
Mountains, hills, Paris, Dracula's castle, New York...it doesn't matter much.
Voyage, voyage,
Éternellement.
sâmbătă, iulie 08, 2006
Scary stuff
After months of driving around and weeks of waiting for an answer from the sellers, it's official: we are getting a house. A pretty brick house in a changing neighborhood of Atlanta. We still can't believe we're going to OWN a house, OUR house, with grass, a roof, a porch, and other housey stuff like that.
We're looking forward to having guests and parties there. Cata, your bathroom is purple!
We're looking forward to having guests and parties there. Cata, your bathroom is purple!
luni, iulie 03, 2006
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