Friday, August 31, 2007

Omidumnezeu!

Bucharest


Every once in a while I come out of the bedroom in my very small apartment, where I've been enjoying a rerun of the West Wing where CJ just became Chief of Staff because Leo is in a coma, sit down at my computer to check my email, look out the window onto the back of a small block of pre-war flats, and realize:

Omigod, I'm in Romania! Bucharest! Eastern Europe! On purpose.

"Cool."

I used to do the same thing in Oklahoma City.

Only in OKC, I did not have subtitles in a mystifying language that everyone said was just like Italian, and everyone was lying.

In Oklahoma City, when this happened, I almost never added the word "cool."

Omigod. I'm in Bucharest! On purpose.

Ain't life amazing.

2 comments:

Dinu Popa said...

It is like Italian!

mitzoaca said...

yes, for us, at least :))))
if we go to italy, we'll feel like home, whiyhout any italian class...
maybe the other way around is not the same..:P