Sosire!

Sitting in the Bucharest airport, and I’ve discovered how entertaining Europe/international airports are. I’ve seen so many interesting and cool people, and so many different languages are spoken. It’s awesome, but I get confused because I don’t know whether to try my Romanian out or to just speak English to save them the trouble of trying to explain in Romanian, only to find out I don’t understand. It’s so much harder than I expected to go up and try to talk to someone in Romanian... people don’t like to be bothered by blubbering strangers.

(Ry and me in Amsterdam)

Anyways, we’ve been stuck here for about 5 hours and our flight got delayed, so we are all just sitting in a corner hanging out. The girls are so fun and it’s great to get some bonding time in. People look at us so much cause we are a large group of girls from America who speak English, laugh a lot, and all have matching backpacks. Girl scouts?

 Bucharest airport

A man asked me a very good question today. Why Buchareşt? ...I told him it’s actually Iaşi, but the general idea of the question got me.

Why am I here? I’m not going through a crisis of purpose or anything, I have been thinking about it. The reasons I’m here are numerous and broad. I only have an idea of what kind of work I’ll be doing and what kind of experiences I’ll be having. As much as I’d like to specify the purpose of this 3-month trip, I honestly don’t think I’ll be able to anytime soon. Who knows who will be affected or in what ways from my being here? That’s the cool part about this adventure – it’s unknown and unwritten, anything could happen!

When we get to Iaşi, Mario will meet us and take us to our individual apartments in taxis. So it will be about 2am before we will all get to go to bed, but our internal time clocks are way off anyways. It’s almost Thursday and I feel like it’s only Tuesday night. We are going grocery shopping and exploring Iasi tomorrow. Don’t worry, I will find someone who will provide a good story for this blog... there’s bound to be a Romanian man with his shirt rolled up and rubbing his belly somewhere... cross your fingers.

Me, Megan, Kelsey, and Camille on a little plane to Iasi... yes we know we look gross. I look like a hoodlum. (Ha)

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Well actually I am sitting in my apartment (scala 1) in our living room with Kelsey, Aislynn, Camille, and Leigh. 2:20AM. We are all messed up on time so we're just emailing home and chatting. 

UPDATES:

I may be sleeping on a couch for 3 months.

There are stray cats and dogs everywhere.

This is going to be a crazy experience. 

"Is that Romanian you're speaking?"

I can't figure out if I'm tired or not.
All I want to do is brush my teeth.