Bucharest went full on this year with the Christmas lights.
Everywhere you turn, too-much-of-good-thing-is-a-good-thing sparkles, flashes, drips and runs along along a wire changing colors. Stars, boxes, balls of strings of lights, angel wings, scissors? maybe they are lollypops? garlands and my absolute favorite, along Aviatorilor for what seems like miles, illuminated umbrella trees.
The Bu's most-loved bookstore's creaky wooden floors, window seats and book-lined stair cases remind me of Powells in Portland (sans the used-book option, sad face) complete with a cozy cafe in the cave serving pages and pages of different kinds of tea in adorable teapots. What the heck took me so long to get to the the extra gezellig Carturesti?
Peter's been in the garage with ten pounds of green coffee beans for the last 24 hours. We packaged up the freshly roasted coffee and delivered it to the neighbors tonight. Miss our friends and family back home, but oh how I love not traveling during the holidays. I'm trying to get Stefan to play his Christmas songs on piano for me, but he won't. Santa just took a u-turn, says Serge.
I'm trying to knit a bonnet by tomorrow. Can it be done? By me?