Redemption in Romania

I haven't been to Eastern Europe for 7 years. The last time
I was here,
I was a
slighly manic
and very
miserable
17-year-old.
I wish I could
embrace the entire

nation of Belarus and beg its forgiveness for underappreciating it.

And so Romania has been a wonderfully healing experience.
It's been wonderful
to be in a city again,
despite the fact
that the most
I can sayto anyone is
"MOOLT-su mesque"
and "No oon-se-LEG".
Rules of cross-culturecommunication:
Be sure to communicate your gratitude and ignorance as needed.

In the city of Bucharest...

Above you find myself and below you find Eugene and Jean. We are standing outside Bucharest's House of the People. This Parliament building is quite signifigant because originally it was built by Ceausescu for his very own self. And in true Tyranical fashion, he displaced hundreds and starved hundreds of thousands to do it.

These fountains are my inspiration to return during the summer months.
I'd love to see these bad boys lit up right, in all their aquatic splendour.
They wrap their way around the entire square. Even dry, they're an absolute vision.

And here we have some of the city line of Constanta,
the location of the DTS I'm speaking at this week.

Apparantly they really like jacks.



I certainly do.