There isn’t much left of Vlad’s city place. Some people say the communists destroyed it all after they took the city, others say it was all kinds of fires and earthquakes (there are many earthquakes in Romania). The ruins we walked through were enough to inform us about the way he lived - like royalty... most of what survived was underground where the servants lived and worked. After about 20 minutes of walking around and taking pictures we were left with nothing else to see LOL
My baby cousin (though not a baby at 21yrs - or so she thinks LOL) thought we should go see a museum. As I’m game for any museum, anywhere, off we went. Thus, my aunt, cousin, Ma and me ended up in the Museum of Rural Homes (Museu Satului) - I don’t know if the translation works but anyway, it was a large open area outside where the government brought homes from all over the country from about the 1400s to the late 1800’s (pics coming soon or on FB). It was really interesting - especially at one point when we walked into one of the homes which looked exactly like my grandfather’s house (on my father’s side). Even the smell came back to me... and the memories of that summer on the farm came back like a hurricane. I had to take a minute in there to remember sleeping in my grandfathers’ bed (after he passed away in it - creepy, I know, but not when I was a kid). They even had a pillow in there with a cover that looked exactly like the one I have at home! After my grandfather died I slept on his pillow - I loved it so much that his wife (his second, not my grandmother) gave it to me :) I still sleep on it today - even now I’ve taken it on the trip with me! The cover, being hand made, started falling apart after so many washes over the years - I have packed it away and keep it in my room :) I loved that last summer in Romania, with my brother and my relatives on the farm...
After my cousin and aunt dropped us off at home it was time to head out to one of my mother’s best friend’s house for dinner (how grammatical errors in that sentence? LOL). We walked over as they live close to our hosts. I remember Tututa and her family from when I was a kid - my brother and her three boys grew up together. I love this family as though I never left them :) Tututa as welcoming and generous and hilarious as ever... the little kids (her grandkids) sweet and polite and so much fun! And the boys' wives were welcoming and easy to like right away... before the men got home it was just us women, and I instantly felt like home LOL. I was both really happy and sad... Cristina hugging Luisa reminded me of me and Bay, Carmen yelling at Addi to settle down reminded me of yelling at Nes LOL - dogs kids, women... it was fabulous. When the men came home (Razvan and Raul, cause Robert is away) we started looking through old photographs. OMG! Unbeknownst to me, my mother had sent pictures over the years! OMG and there were pictures of me as a kid, as a teen, as an adult - it was sooo embarrassing LMAO - mostly because my mother decided to send all kinds of pics, in the house, in the pool, everything! I almost killed her while at the same time we almost all died laughing. At least Tututa had a heart and also brought out pictures of the boys which were less embarrassing cause they were babies, but still fun to look at and crack jokes at their expense. We had such a great time we lost track of time, and Tututa and her granddaughter walked us home. Technically the neighbourhood is not supposed to be dangerous, but there are so many packs of hungry dogs everywhere that they come out and attack people at night. Every night you can hear them fighting and attacking each other - last night I think they bit someone cause I could hear a woman screamming and man came out and was yelling something at them - I couldn’t hear over all the barking and roaring…
Overall a great time spent with family and friends… tomorrow we go to Vlad’s tomb…
Blog u later
XOXO
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