I love fall in Bacau. Last month, we visited family for a week, which gave me the chance to meet with old friends and reminisce about our lives in the past. Being back home does that to you and I am enjoying every minute of it each time I have the opportunity to go back there.Continue Reading
This past week I’ve been thinking about Kristin’s challenge and tried hard to make up my mind about an interesting first that happened to me when I relocated to London. God, there were so many – good and bad. It was such a tough choice to make and – with no connection whatsoever – it got me thinking about what I’ve been reading in the past two years on the topic of baby feeding: if you want them to eat something, don’t give them too many options. Seems that too much choice can throw anyone off the saddle.Continue Reading
We’ve just returned from South Wales, where we spent the August Bank Holiday week-end. We had a wonderful time visiting the sorroundings of Porthchawl, The National Showcaves for Wales, and Cardiff. The weather was capricious. We had to fight the waves and the wind, for a walk on the beach. But in the end, we were victorious.Continue Reading
On September 14th 2011 I’m celebrating my 10th anniversary in London. This is a huge number. Sometimes, I still cannot take it all in. I’ve spent the first 10 years of my life after finishing university in Romania, as an expat in London. I decided to answer to Kristin’s challenge and write about my connection to stuff and the things I brought with me when I relocated to London.
I came here with one big 23-kg-piece of luggage whose handle broke sometime during my connecting flight from Budapest. I still smile when I remember how my cousin struggled with carrying it through the London tube. I landed at Heathrow, which is somewhere in the West, outside London, far, far away from the city. My cousin lived in Newham, in the far Eastern part of London. It was a long tube ride. But I didn’t care. I was mesmerized by how new, clean and modern everything looked. So different from the dusty, parched streets and ashy blocks in Bucharest.Continue Reading
This past week has been down right crazy. Good way crazy, of course. I went out more than in the past six months. I’d met with friends for a glass of wine in the evening and later in the week, we went to a Romanian gipsy music concert with my son and partner. One word to describe this: AWESOME!Continue Reading