Missing the Black Sea

I can happily say that I’ve had my share of salty water this summer – Romania, then Croatia and soon Italy. I’ve took long enough to make up my mind about posting the photos, though, but finally, after three months, here they are! 

As you’ll probably realize soon enough, I’m currently obsessed with light leaks and since I don’t exactly have the possibility to experiment with film, I just played around in Photoshop. I like what came out, but these are probably the only photos of this kind you’ll see from me. Anyway. Enjoy these (many) pictures from the Romanian sea-side, more specifically Vama Veche, which was fun, fun, fun!

We really enjoyed ourselves and I have many stories to tell, starting with the horrible place we stayed at, which was actually so bad that it soon became funny – first night we crashed at some friends and that meant four girls crammed together in a 2/2 room and two tiny beds, fighting over the blankets in a desperate attempt to keep warm. In the second night we upgraded,however, getting a better room that was actually clean and warm,  so you could say it was all for the best.

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She sells sea-shells by the sea-side

So I wasn’t planning or expecting to take such a long break from writing but being home turned out to be so comfortable that I couldn’t bring myself to do anything else.  And don’t get me wrong, I’m still enjoying the break, I just thought I’d pop up with a fun fact and some updates.

Two days from now we’ll be celebrating the International Work Day, which I thought all my life it’s just a Romanian thing, but according to the all-mighty Wiki, it’s not. Sometime in the 1880’s, after brutal manifestations (I suppose) it was decided that the work day was to be reduced to eight hour and oh, look, people celebrate the same thing in the States – Labor Day, only, well, in September. Communists also come in the picture somewhere along the lines, but just google it, it’s already too much history for me and what I wrote so far probably didn’t make much sense anyway.

But yes, that was funny for me, because it opens a whole new horizon:  it seems highly likely to me now  that it’s not just Romanians that take a day off work to celebrate work (because that makes total sense. Totally.) Do I have any Eastern European readers here? Can you spare some info about that?

The point is that I’m going with the crowd this time by which I mean, I am going to spend this day like most normal do – either making a barbecue on someone else’s lawn, or getting in the car and driving some place. This time the crowd I’m going with is thirsty for salt water and heading towards the seaside. And I am oh my gosh so excited! The lists were made, the bags are (over)packed and I’m now anxiously counting the seconds because in just a few hours – well, more that a few actually, six is not a small number – I will be on my way to fun-land. Or so I hope. Hope that it will be fun-land and not just a beach full of drunk people and litter. Which I know there will be too, but still, I expect more. And I’ll be bringing my camera, so brace yourselves, photos will be coming!