I went to Romania. I drank milk straight from a cow at a farmhouse in Transylvania. I was prayed for, I was ripped off, I was stared at, I hiked up a mountain, I had picnics in the sun, I laughed, I played cards, I drank wine. I had a ball. I hated it. I loved it. I’m glad I went but I would never go back.
Filed by vic at May 28th, 2009 under lost