I read a piece this week on the most Halloween-y places to be and I can't believe they didn't even mention Bucharest. I'm not even playing the Dracula wine-lable card here! It's been a gorgeous 31 days of Halloween.
Our housing compound, or "territory" as our neighbor calls it, threw a huge blow-out block party on Saturday where we went through 125 pieces of candy, some of which I even gave out to kids. By the end of the evening we were giving away little apples, which wow, does that slow down the frequency of the door-bell ringing! We have a 70-kid trick-or-treat party planned at work, so visions of arched-back cats and jack-o-lanterns dance non-stop in my head. Maybe Salem casts a more Halloween vibe, or New Orleans, but San Francisco? No way. With the changing leaves, chilly mornings, plaster skulls for sale in the art shop and crosses planted on the side of the roads where ravens stalk the fields...this is the place.