going natural

Posted by on Aug 25, 2009 in pc-romania, veronica | No Comments

Just imagine….  walking down a Romanian street….  seeing a barber shop (frizerie)….  thinking, hey, I need a haircut…..and in the window, seeing the choice of haircuts….  which all appear to be from 1960 communist times.   Needless to say, David’s been worried about getting a haircut because of the language barrier, because of the scary pictures […]

Romanian spontaneity

Posted by on Aug 22, 2009 in pc-romania, veronica | No Comments

We wondered about our first weekend in Târgu Neam? — what we would do, how we would get into the community and whether we’d have the energy. Somehow, things just happened. Serendipity. Yesterday afternoon, on a whim, I asked a few kids in front of our bloc whether they wanted to play cards.  An hour […]

ere I forget. . .

Posted by on Aug 21, 2009 in pc-romania, veronica | No Comments

It’s easy when life is trucking along at a fast clip to forget to chronicle rites of passage. Last Friday, David and I moved from being Peace Corps trainees to Peace Corps Volunteers. I know it may not seem like much other than governmental semantics, but it is a milestone.   For over two years , […]

shout out: PCVs’ blogs

Posted by on Aug 19, 2009 in pc-romania, veronica | No Comments

Over at This is My Blog, there is a phenomenal post about BACON KRAX.  I won’t spoil it by actually explaining this Romanian phenomenon.  Really, you need to check out Courtney’s blog. I’ve included a picture to lure you to her post. While we’re on the topic of blogs —  check out Gretel’s Wide Blue […]

photos: a taste of romania

Posted by on Aug 19, 2009 in pc-romania, photo sets | No Comments

These pictures are just a taste of what we’ve been uploading to our flickr account.  I think we’ve got all of our pictures from May until now uploaded.  So check out our flickr tab on Facebook, the Peace Corps Album on our blog, or use the link to go directly to our flickr page.  Enjoy […]

the gazda life during PST

Posted by on Aug 19, 2009 in pc-romania | No Comments

We promised a photo montage of our gazda during PST. Here’s a brief tour of the home we lived in during training. [vodpod id=Groupvideo.3232564&w=425&h=350&fv=offsite%3Dtrue%26offsite%3Dtrue%26amp%3Blang%3Den-us%26amp%3Bpage_show_url%3D%252Fphotos%252Fdaveronica%252Fsets%252F72157622084839050%252Fshow%252F%26amp%3Bpage_show_back_url%3D%252Fphotos%252Fdaveronica%252Fsets%252F72157622084839050%252F%26amp%3Bset_id%3D72157622084839050%26amp%3Bjump_to%3D] [vodpod id=Groupvideo.3232564&w=425&h=350&fv=offsite%3Dtrue%26offsite%3Dtrue%26amp%3Blang%3Den-us%26amp%3Bpage_show_url%3D%252Fphotos%252Fdaveronica%252Fsets%252F72157622084839050%252Fshow%252F%26amp%3Bpage_show_back_url%3D%252Fphotos%252Fdaveronica%252Fsets%252F72157622084839050%252F%26amp%3Bset_id%3D72157622084839050%26amp%3Bjump_to%3D]

another first: cooking in Romania

Posted by on Aug 18, 2009 in in the kitchen, pc-romania, veronica | No Comments

It’s a time of Peace Corps firsts for us — the first night in our apartment, the first meal , our first interactions with neighbors and now a first I’ve been looking forward to — the first time I cooked in Romania.  For 11 weeks of training, our gazda cooked us breakfast and dinner and […]

first dinner in our new home

Posted by on Aug 18, 2009 in in the kitchen, pc-romania, veronica | No Comments

So, we arrived in our new town of Targu Neamt on Sunday evening.  By the time we hauled our stuff up three flights of stairs, met the landlord, talked about bills, inventoried the apartment, noted the numbers on the meters, and figured out how to operate the stove, the hot water, the lights, it felt […]

excursion: exploring bucuresti

Posted by on Aug 11, 2009 in on the road, pc-romania, veronica | No Comments

So this past Saturday, we put on our big-kid pants and headed out to explore public transportation to and in Bucuresti.  We had an agenda — buy sheets, pillows, and towels.  David had an additional agenda — eat Swedish meatballs in Romania, so IKEA became our destination of choice.  And who am I to complain […]