I shall now talk about my trips in Romania. My first trip was to Sibiu with Carli, Shelby, My host father and Carli’s counselour Dinu (I call him dinusouar). And of course if your wondering if it was beautiful, it was. Damn Communists ruined a beautiful nation. Next trip was to Bran Castle in Transilyvania and Sigishora (pronounced sighi-shourah). That trip was taken by Carli, Shelby Carli’s host parents and moi. We stayed over night in a beautiful city from what seemed to be a fairytale. Might I just say a BMW might look big on the outside but they can be incredibly small on the inside. Transilvanyia is amazing! I felt right at home their, everyone else was pale O_O. And I at at Dracula’s home! Plus people were filming a Nazi film set in WWII France. I saw the Nazi flag on a church, rare sight! Oh and speaking of paleness I was invited to the park (Zavoy, I love this park). One of my friend’s boyfriend asked me why I was so pale, and I said I didnt know so he said the sun must not like me... I have to agree with his statement. Sadly we only got to look at Bran Castle because we had to leave to get to the hotel on time. But it’s amazing to say that I have seen Dracula’s Castle! Oh and I hate, hate, hate polenta. Just to throw that out there. That’s all I can think of for the moment. Check out my FB pics to stalk my life some more.
Ohhh this last weekend I went to my district conference in beautiful Arad. There is a total of 9 brave soles who ventured to the strange land of Romania, 1 brazilian girl, 5 american girls, 2 mexican boys and 1 taiwaneese boy. Sadly we were not let out of the hotel even with rotaracts watching our every move. Arad is not a dangerous place at all. But I was very offended when they told all of us to stop eating McDonalds and that we need to go on Euro tour. Number 1, I dont eat Mcdonalds here, number 2, eurotour is 2 freaking grand. I am sorry that I come from a single parent home and I am even lucky I got here. So dont look at my like I have 2 heads when I say I might not be able to go on a 10 day trip for 2 freakin grand. But Romanian’s are definitely sexist, the 2 mexi-can boys drank beer and wine, and the girls and I didnt, but if we took one sip of alchohal we would be shot dead by glares of angry romanians. But what can ya do. Let me say I have a new found love for Mexicans. There is 2 of them, Luis, tall poised, he went to military school and he tasers people and throws burritos at cops and then you have Marco who is as tall as me and is somewhat perverted and is a total party animal, lets just say opposite of Luis but he also throws burritos and tacos at cops and people on bikes. I like the sound of Mexico already. But we found out secrets about one another and I learned some new card games. That weekend went by to fast for me. Espeacially since I had a 6 hour car ride to look forward to twice in 2 days. Another thing that was sorta pointless and annoying was the rotarty gave us matching shirts so we could be herded more easily to the untrained eye. So we walked around the city in our matching black rotary shirts which were colared. So basically scew my life at that moment. But besides all of that I really enjoyed my new found friends of Alex (a girl my age from Pennsilyvanyia) and the 2 mexicans, paul didnt talk much.
My life in Romania, School is boring but I go anyways. I simply adore my host family even though they think eating sandwhiches everyday is bad for the soul. And my host mom is trying to turn me into a health freak. But I loves them like my second family. Anyways that was my life of a month summed up into 4 paragraphs.
Buna Zia, Lexi
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