Till Fjalls

I finally managed to gather my friends from all over the country for a quiet relaxing (=drunk and disorderly) weekend at the cabin. I had been waiting for this since July.

So why don't we start chronologically, with Saturday morning's breakfast. Good host that I am, I served Marmite on bread to those who had not yet had the privilege of trying it. The sour faces were accompanied by comments like "why did you do this to me?", so my evil purpose was achieved once more.
Then it was time for a nice long exploratory walk on a randomly chosen mountain path...
...as well as for some equally random acts of playfulness, not all of which ended well. We had a burr fight, and some of the ones I threw ended up in other people's hair...bad idea, she was not impressed.
Playfulness aided by props found on the way:
Lunch in the making. I hadn't seen so much meat in so many different forms in a looong while.
Major victory in my backgammon playing career. Those who know how to play the game will be awed at what's on the board.

~blank space to account for the night in between~

End of the weekend: unbrushed hair, non made up face, headache and slight paleness. See how good I look? and the pic's not even airbrushed! haha
And, as promised before, a little Shitface at his post: guarding my friends' ancient car on the way back to the civilised world.

Update on the Shitface family

I thought you might be interested to know how my friends have been doing lately. Well, I must say they have slowly but surely invaded what little personal space I possess at the moment. The original family are living in a drawer, while the younger generation has taken over the cover of my sewing machine. And if this was not enough, the little buggers started breeding too! Look at all the little ones popping up all over the place.
The situation was threatening to turn into a serious dwelling crisis, so I had to take drastic measures and send some of the younger ones to foster homes. Below is Sparky, who now shares a bed with a little girl in my parents' building. There was also a red one with horns, who was born and left me so quickly that I neither got to name him, nor take a picture of him.
The little key ring ones have all gone to new owners; I will take pics of them at their new posts :>

...but they keep on coming!

Happy stuff

Here's an idea, Total Furniture! I wonder if this will increase sales. I bet all those moody farmers have been dreaming of owning something like that. It's a cool idea, though, don't you think? A lot more can be found here.

Goodies!

I finally received my box of goodies from NZ! It could be a present for my next birthday? Or maybe a premature Christmas present? However, better late than lost :)

I assume Christine was the genius behind the pile of fabrics... thank you! (some of it has already been used). And thanks Trudi for the pony card! (nobody calls me a dickhead as nicely as you do, Trudence). But special thanks needs to go to Daryl for his thoughtfulness. Of all the pretty things he could have chosen to send me for my birthday, he picked marmite, knowing how much I love it! Thanks so much...asshole!! :D

However, that little jar of marmite provided me with a lot of fun yesterday. I decided to do a little study and record people's first reactions to it. Sorry about the quality of most pictures, but my hands were shaking from laughter.

Here's mum spitting it out:
And here's dad screwing up his face. He did have the caution to ask "it's not poisonous, is it?" before trying.

Much to my amazement, my brother actually liked it! (btw, he's my ex brother now). This is him with a "what's so shocking about it?" face.

As for my friends, I decided to gather them all and film them. You can hear cries of "uuughhh, give me water!" and "this tastes like burnt food scraped off the bottom of a pot", as well as descriptions like "stinky cheese mixed with jam and left to rot". Sorry guys, my study shows the vast majority of Romanians will flee in disorder when confronted with marmite. I will cherish the rest of the jar, though, as it makes for a good party trick: "i bet you 5 beers you can't eat a whole slice of toast with this on!"

All of this being said (and spat out), big thanks to all of you for the thought and the gifts!

Discovery

Young singer and painter from the Republic of Moldova. She sings in Russian, Romanian and French... and paints in a language most understand. Great voice, cute paintings and very cool mood.

Thanks to Jocke for making me curious to find out who Alexandrina Hristov was :>

Good ol' times

Dear readers,

Please excuse my prolonged absence, but nothing much of note took place in the meantime. However, I got to re-live snippets of my childhood last weekend, at the Mures Valley Festival. As some of you may know, Romanian villages are becoming increasingly deserted, as everyone seeks the comfort and buzz of the city. Festivals like this seek to resurrect half-forgotten traditions and pump some life into those somewhat idle villages. As I grew up mostly in the countryside, being there just gave me back some of the bliss (not to mention the tastes!) of childhood. Each village had its own house of sorts, decorated with specific items, showcasing specific costumes and offering visitors their own special foods and drinks. Like so:
The "hosts" were of course all dressed in the proper garb and either chatting to visitors or engaged in some old craft (weaving, woodcarving, basket making etc). Or just happily dancing, like these two ladies!
Old gypsy dude making baskets. I loved the look of benevolent concentration on his face.

A lady interrupted her weaving to answer a visitor's question, so I couldn't photograph her at work.
Let's not forget the friggin ponies, which were available for friggin kids to ride on.
The villages also had folk dance and song performances all weekend, and that felt like going back into a clean and secure time too. Not to mention merry :)
After wandering though those houses and talking to the villagers (one of them even proved to be an American who spoke funny, but efficient Romanian), it was time to visit the looong row of food stands, all home-made and freshly cooked. And this is where the tastes of childhood come in; I stuffed my face with things I hadn't eaten in years and years: the red, heart-shaped gingerbread with a little mirror in the middle, roast corn, sarmale with corn instead of meat, twisty donuts...and OH, the trout. Sorry, NZ, with all your interestingly-named fishes, trout is still the best fish ever!
Life size masked dude offering pancakes and donuts:
Eating my langos in the shade (I do sit like a lady, don't I? lol):
Biting, chewing, devouring, making love to the trout :D I can't even begin to tell you how tasty it was.The weather was super-clear and extremely hot all weekend, so ending up in the middle of the river was inevitable. We even invented a new extreme sport which we decided to call belly-rafting. Well, it's neither a sport, nor is it so extreme, but a Transilvanian's gotta have his/her fun, no?

And some more expressions of my boundless talent! Traditional loom woven towels (nothing spells freshness to me more than rubbing yourself with one of those after a bath in a cold river)

And some bits from a traditional woman's costume:
Gourd and salt flowers:...and this was my hot, full-stomached, merry weekend :>

Ha peebirth date ooo meeee...!

Thanks to all of you who sent birthday wishes by phone, email, comments or otherwise. Great to know you're thinking of me :>

Went out to a restaurant called Excalibur for my birthday dinner. Lovely place, I wouldn't mind getting a job there just for the chance to wear medieval-style dresses every day, hihi.

And here's the pic before (huuge platter full of...well, everything)
...and after (5 over-filled stomachs and happy grins).
Will definitely go there again. Just that next time I'll know to starve myself 2 days in advance.

...another year older, none the wiser, life goes on merrily, sensibly and optimistically :>