In continuation to yesterday's post, I have to add a short report on how the night went on. There were two significant moments: the dance on folk music, and the car accident we had on the way back.
Romanian folk music can be a sport. Also, in my region, a couple has to dance three songs together making the whole experience a 15 minutes workout. Last night, the master of ceremony whom we call "dracul" (the devil), took me to dance. We performed actually; I never danced as much on folk music, nor did I really get it right but I turned, turned, turned, and followed "the devil".
We finally took off from the feast around 3 am and while driving back, we hit something. We figured it must have been a badger but whatever it was, it destroyed the car radiator. So there we were, in the middle of a small village in the mountains, searching for shooting stars, and teaching Astrid some Romanian words while waiting for someone to pull us all the way back to Arad.
The adventure ended at 6:30 am, beating the record from the previous night. Then Sunday came and left quickly. For the new week: bonne semaine!
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