That is the date that Romania’s regions united into one country.  Think of it as July 4th.  On that day I was woke up by a friend of mine in town who wanted to go get a coffee.  We went to a place in the center and as he was driving me home, I realized he wasn’t driving me home.  I asked him where we were heading and he turned to me with a big smile.  “We go my house.  BBQ!”

So I found myself standing around a grill for the whole of the day drinking all kinds of homemade brandy and wine and moonshine.  My friends family was very welcoming to me and made sure I was never without food or drink.  Everytime I would speak the simplest romanian, they all laughed and got a kick out of the novel american trying to speak their language.  We had a lot of fun with it. 

Now I must go take my wet laundry and hang it from all of my door knobs around the apartment to dry.  Too cold outside.