First I must appologize for being out of contact for a while for those who have tried to contact me. I have been travelling around the country checking out the region of Transylvania.
My site for the next two years is going to be the town of Reghin in east-central Transylvania. It is about 30km north of Targu-Mures and 100km east of Cluj-Napoca, the second largest city in Romania and home to most of the college students in the country. I got to visit both cities on my recent trip. Reghin is actually about 36,000 people and is set along the side of a hill, at the edge of the Carpathian mountains. I will be working for the Primaria (city hall) there.
Reghin’s claim to fame is the violin and guitar factory, which is the only one in the country. It has a quaint main street along their central park and a forest at the top of the hill. It is mostly Romanian, but has a about 10,000 Hungarians and a few thousand Roma (gypsies).
I met my counterpart, Camelia, on thursday, who is the person I will mainly be working with in the city. She works in the Financing and Economics department and speaks the most English out of the 70 city workers. I will actually be working in the Urban Development office, but no one in that office speaks english, so I will have to become fluent in Romanian real quick. In the mean time, I will be doing a little traveling and studing of the language and city so that I can have a good understanding of the town by the time I can easily work with the Urban Development office. I will also probably be helping Camelia in the finance department helping to find new grants and funding sources from the upcoming accesion into the European Union.
I have also posted loads of new pictures at www.828pm.com/photos There are pics from PST in Ploiesti, Brasov, Sighisoara, Reghin and I addem more from the Habitat for Humanity trip. Check them out and if you want to leave any comments, you have to register (really easy).
I have also changed the name of this blog page for, hopefully, the last time. My gazda mom always calls me Alanica Fara Frica and I never knew what it meant until today. Little Alan Without Fear. It is actually used to refer to someone more foolish than heroic, but… whatever. It’s probably true anyway.