Bucharest is such an interesting place. It was once called Little Paris in the early 1900's because of the architecture and Arc de Triumphe replica. But after the communist regime came in, the city fell into ruins. So today it is a mixture of dilapidated neoclassical buildings and concrete box apartments. Not as picture perfect as Paris, however, there are bright roses and beautiful parks dotting the blocks that help soften the city. I am loving traveling somewhere so new and exciting. It is like no where I've ever been or seen on tv. I am completely fascinated with this place, the people, and it's history.
My eyes have once more been opened to the detriment of communism similar to my trip to China. I would have loved to see this place at the turn of the twentieth century.
While John was at work I walked all over the city and went to The Museum of Peasant History. I loved seeing the intricate stitched white linen dresses. I wish I could have gone crazy taking pictures but they wanted to charge me 70 lei so I put my lens away.
I am having the time of my life. It is so nice to not worry about the kids. We skype with them every night and it is apparent they aren't missing us at all. Carla is taking perfect care of them. I haven't been so relaxed and carefree in years. Business trips minus the business (for me anyway) rock this mama's Romanian socks. Tomorrow we leave for a weekend away in the Carpathian Mountains. Can't wait!