bine ati venit

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After two strenuous flights and two belligerent nights, we made it to the most glorious sunrise. “Rise and shine and give God the glory, glory” was the song of the hour, stuck in my head, narrating the rest of the morning. Despite the minimal rest, a productive time was had seeing as we were able to google hangouts #thefam and see their beautiful, warm faces. The day progressed with an abnormally large breakfast. More than full, we coma’d onto our beds. When 10 am struck, Monica brought us, each, a large bowl of chocolate and raspberry ice cream. We, then, analyzed our predicament and decided to ask the great Caitlin for advice. Unfortunately, she found it in her best interest to be completely focused on brushing her own teeth before she retired for the evening(her evening). Alas, I saved the day with unspeakable acts( waiting for the remnants to melt and pour it down the drain). What? I said this would be unfiltered. Do not except less. I aim for excellence.

Being Reba’s first time in  e u r o p a, I forced ma mere to join us for the beginning of our season of excursion. She, being smart, came sooner and took a simpler route to her home town, Oradea. This spot is quite the distance from Bucharest, Romania’s capital. Thus, the evening after this photo was taken, we hopped on a minuscule plane and flew to Timisoara. I will skip the portion where I tell you about the ordeal I had with restrooms/ bowel movement. This is not for your discretion but rather, it is long and while I did take the time to write it out, if you are truly that interested, you can ask me and I can send it to you privately.

Without communication to ma mere, we stepped out into the quaint airport and saw the woman of the hour with one of my second cousins who so graciously drove us a good two hours. Finally, we were dumped at my friend, Lorena’s house. Ma mere did not even accompany us in. We had our simple backpacks and were off into the dark, cold of the night. We had no idea what treacherous feast would be awaiting. Cue the DUN DUN DUN.

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