on the road: spre vacanta

Yesterday from 5:30AM to 9:30PM we were on trains. Hot trains. Sticky trains. Never-ending trains. Yes, to get across Romania from our small town in the northeast to a larger  city  in the northwest, it took 16 hours.  But we kept our spirits high – our cabin-mates weren’t afraid of curent (draft), so there were open doors AND windows (*gratefulness*), giving us an occasional breeze and we were headed “spre vacanta” (towards vacation) AND towards Mary Ann.

Tomorrow morning, bright and early, armed with Mary Ann’s roast beef sandwiches in our pockets, we begin a day of buses.
Vacanto, venim! Vacation, we’re a-coming.