It was a terrific Sunday!

One part of Gramo’s frowning…

…the other one’s hidding

Ball! Food!

Woof!

House1

A big no-no

Flowers in her window

Cat!

Green with envy

Western look

Hey, our shoes look alike!

House2

“I’ll use a lock that has no key”

House3

One…

…two

Cats!

Just another picture of shoes

Anarchy smile

Hit and run

Hands up!

Thank you guys for this wonderful day

Text message from Mum: “Ioana, you have to see Barcelona. It’s simply amazing!”
Reply: “I will, Mum!” *sooner than you think *

He booked the plane tickets, I bought the concert tickets for Sigur Rós. We’re going to Barcelona! Hell, yeah!!!

I haven’t got any replies from Hospitality Club members, but we’ll just stay at a hostel if nobody can host us. OmG, I’m so excited, though the trip is in November

Anyways, we’re going to Barcelona! Muhahaha!

Rainy autumn days are always bearable spent with her. Thank you

Pfff is my new favourite interjection. I use it whenever I can’t find the right words to describe what I’m feeling. This weekend was simply pfff! Pfff in a good way, of course.

It was Thursday noon and there I was, doing something I swore I was never going to do. I spent 6h crammed on the seat of a bus, going to see old friends, a town I feel in love with *yeah, yeah, I know, that stuff happens to me all the time* and a special someone.

The butterflies were present throughout the entire weekend, the bastards didn’t leave me alone, not even for a second. Everything was so normal, so ‘it’s supposed to be this way’. In fact, it was so damn right, that it got quite scary.

I hadn’t been out drinking for ages and there we were, drinking Bloody Marys like there was no tomorrow. I hadn’t had dinner with a he for ages and there we were, enjoying our meal, laughing and talking like we had done that every single day for I don’t know how long. I hadn’t went out with a he, doing stuff, and there we were, strolling through town, taking pictures, visiting a photo exposition.

And she was great friend, letting me stay at her place, waiting for me to come home from town, listening to my enthusiastic blabbering. We spent the nights talking and drinking , an afternoon shopping for sweets, popcorn, earphones, books, a morning at the hairdresser’s and another afternoon walking around the town.

I’m sorry that Mum didn’t understand that it was more important the way I felt there than the time I spent on the road. She got quite annoyed when she heard that the train had a 1h and a half delay, as if it was my fault. I don’t even want to think about the day I’ll have to tell her I’ll be going there more often than she imagines.

It was great seeing the Kid again, talking to Inner, visiting D.’s apartment, watching a movie with the trio and simply smiling all the time. Good times are coming, I’m sure of that

I’m going north this weekend, visiting Targu-Mures again. As usual, she’s the one to save me, give me shelter, food *promise I won’t eat too much* and stand my nonsense.

Hope the Beast will be OK on her own till Sunday. I’m leaving her plenty of water and food and sand. She’ll have the whole apartment only for herself, lucky one.

Still have my bag to pack *oh, so many clothes, so many decisions!*, so I’m off.

It’s gonna be one hell of a weekend

It’s settled: I’m going to Vienna at the end of October Stefan, Marianne, can hardly wait to see you again!

Things like this make my day.

Thanks, Buttercup!

I like most of Mum’s friends, but she has a friend I actually love. So, I’ve spent these last 2 days visiting Maramures with Mum, Otilia - her best, best friend , Otilia’s brother and sister-in-law, and 2 of Otilia’s friends: Beatrice and Camelia. Well, we had so much fun together, I can hardly believe it! I had a book with me, but didn’t feel at all like reading. We talked and laughed a lot and the girls were simply great! I envy them for having such a friendship, even after 30-something years.

Maramureş is such a beautiful ‘county’! Every time I’m visiting it I feel proud of having lived here. Maramu’ rules!

Ofc, cats

The tallest wooden church in the world *75m, if I remember correctly*

Bârsana view

I remember seeing an ad with red Converse

Muzeul Satului from Sighetul Marmaţiei

I cheated on uRMa with a puppy, but shhh, don’t tell her

I am so glad that I went with them! It really was wonderful!

Friday. I dragged myself away from the computer and walked to the train station. Everything went smooth until I saw whom I was going to share the compartment with: a family with 2 children, a 10-year-old boy, spoilt and rude, and a 2-year-old crying kid. When the little one was in the compartment he wanted to go outside, when he was outside he wanted to come inside, and, of course, he kept on crying. I stayed in an empty compartment until he fell asleep and then I moved back. At least he was quiet during the night, but in the morning the crying started again. It’s not that he cried that pissed me off, but the fact that you have to shut up and put up with everything cause he’s a child and he doesn’t know better, but I have to hear people complaining out loud that I take *disdainful tone* the cat with me on the train. Well, stupid, she can’t miaow as much and as high as a kid can cry so shut the fuck up!

Saturday. It always feels good to be back at my place and this time I was lucky that The One In The Next Room was away for the weekend. Depending on several factors, it is highly possible that starting this September I’ll be living only with uRMa. Heck, I’m ready to be just me, myself and I. It’s my house and nobody should tell me how many friends I can have over, how long can they stay and stuff like that.

Moving on. I met Roxa and we went to the Massive Attack concert. It was impressive. I cried when they started playing and then during the concert I had goose bumps all over. The feeling was incredible! Though I don’t agree that the sound was that good, the show itself was impeccable. Of course I cannot help but compare this concert with the one in Athens and I guess I’m thinking more of the one abroad just because it was the first MA concert and like all the firsts in my life, it has its special place in my little heart.

At home was a surprise waiting patiently for us. We were on the point of falling asleep when we heard these strange noises coming from under the sofa. Wtf?! After listening more carefully, we realised it was a mouse. Goddamn! That little beast scared me shitless! Roxa was more cool about the whole situation, but I was a nervous wreck. We looked for the beast and I wanted to squash it with the iron, but it hid well, cause we couldn’t find it. If he touches my books, I swear he’ll die a very painful death We finally went to be at about 5 in the morning. Bloody mouse!

And I think I have some issues concerning panic attacks. Maybe I should go and see a doctor, I’m too young to die due to an heart attack.

Sunday. We meet with Diana, went to the fair at Green Hours, I bought a ladybird brooch from Tricksbox and after that we went bookshopping in the new bookstore that Carturesti opened at Muzeul Taranului Roman. It’s a very nice and quiet bookstore+teahouse; I really like it there and I’m planning of becoming a regular. Actually, no, I’ve said that too many times with too many places and never got to becoming a regular, so I’m not going to say it again. Then I went to the station and took the train back home.

And once back, uRMa started purring as I entered the house and she slept just like a baby, with her head under my chin. What a great way of ending a great weekend!

Sad but true, my holiday is slowly coming to its end. I can’t complain, though: it has been a terrific one!

You read how good I felt in Athens, now it’s time you read about Targu-Mures and Peninsula Well, everybody told me to go to the festival cause the atmosphere there is awesome and I would feel great… uhm, it rained and it was muddy and very, very cold, but I still liked it! Not the “fuck, I only have my Converse and the mud is ankle-deep” part, but the concerts, staying at Roxa’s, her parents, Jen, the people I met there…

Oh, the people were absolutely great! Starting with Inner who made sandwiches and vegetarian food for me *dude, you rock!* and took care of me there, continuing with Vararu, whom I finally met!, Irinuta, who’s as sweet as I imagined her, Inner’s friend and last, but not least, Roxa’s friends about whom I have heard so many things Guys, you’re great And, of course, you’re living in the wrong city Move to Bucharest, please!!!

I met some friends from Baia Mare there, with whom I haven’t quite kept in touch, but it was so nice to see that we still got along together, that there were no awkward pauses in the conversation, that they are the same stupid kids from 5-6 years ago. I’m glad that some things don’t ever change. And the trip back was smooth and fast, with T. driving, listening to good music and enjoying the sun.

Now I can hardly wait for my next trip, I don’t care where and when, so away from here and as quick as possible

This summer was simply great!

*The Doors - Summer’s almost gone