Saturday Misadventures

Hello All,

Ok, so it's noon again- how does this keep happening- and I am just waking up and still in PJs.

Yesterday we had planned to get Romanian cell phones, however they required a copy of our lease and we did not have it with us, so we will have to try again tomorrow. The phone store is across the street we walked on Friday with a lot of upscale shopping (including a Mazeretti dealership ... Mazerrati anyone?). Let me mention here that owing to the gas shut off I mentioned in yesterday's post, I had neither a shower nor any food. After not being able to get the phones, B suggested we walk to the other side of the street we were on to see what it had to offer. 20 minutes later, we had not seen anything much (however there were TWO ecologically friendly dry cleaners ... that's pretty neat) and I was hungry. It was 2pm when we decided to go to the area of town where the archives are and B suggested a restaurant he had been to previously that served New Romanian cuisine and which he described to be "not that far". I thought trying Romanian fare would be good, so we walked the 20 minutes or so to the metro stop (passing our apartment along the way), got on the metro and rode two stops. Unfortunately, when we got off the metro, their was major remodeling being done to the top story of this station and the stores B had used as landmarks to know which exit to use were not there and there were no signs, so we took some time, going up one, looking around, walking a bit, realizing it was wrong, going back down to the metro, picking another and so on. We tried three until we were on the right side of the road. Once we had found the correct road and were on our way, I thought it would be a quick walk to the restaurant, so when B graciously offered to eat at the Pizza Hut, noting my hunger and fatigue, I thought I could wait a bit to get to the Romanian restaurant and get something new and unique. However, we have discovered that my idea and B's idea of "not that far" are not the same. So, we walked down several very long streets, and about 10 minutes before we arrived at the restaurant, we looked at my watch and saw that it was now 3:30 PM (1.5 hours since we had set off) and we were not even there yet ... not even on the right street! At this point, given that I had no idea where we were, how far it really was and concerned the place would no longer be there or be inexplicably closed on Sat, I began to get grumbly. However, we did finally make it and it was beautiful. Unfortunatley, the very overconfident power-possesed host told us that they would not seat us without a reservation, despite the many availble seats. Aaaahhhh!!!!! Are you kidding me? In order to not have any brushes with Romanian authorities so early in my stay here, I quickly turned on my heal and left instead of yelling at the host about the ridiculousness the situation and throwing a glass of water at him, as I very much desired to do! Luckily, we found a very nice Italian restaurant just a few feet away, had a nice meal, walked around the area a bit more (I got to see the archives bldg where B will be working) and went home. Though glad to be fed and home, we were not able to accomplish the thinsg on our list and a few hours later were hungry for dinner. So, we decided eggs and toast (with slices of salami for B) would be good. After I had the pans nice and hot for the fried eggs, I attempted to crack the egg into the pan and discovered it was Frozen! So, grilled cheese, grapes (and salami for B) it was. What a day. Maybe today will be more productive. All in all, once we were fed, it did seem like a funny experience and I feel I know so many more areas from our walk.