photo by Dana Stefanescu I hope she doesn’t mind…
You haven’t heard from me here in a while. I’m not sure why, but I’m going to try to dissect it here at the keyboard.
I visited Bucharest again this past September, but I never got around to documenting my whole trip. I think I managed to get the first day in. I’m not sure why. I spent many minutes, if not hours, trying to write on my tablet but it didn’t come out. Maybe if I had a laptop it would have been easier. I don’t know.
This last trip was different. More personal. Hard to explain.
I have all the photos and all the notes I took. But this time it didn’t just flow out of me.
Do I not want to share it for some reason? I don’t know.
I guess I was wrong. I thought the words were going to come, but they’re not…
Now I am trying to plan two trips this year. One in May for my birthday and another in early December to see Bucharest in it’s Christmas season.
București, iubirea mea, mi-e dor de tine în fiecare zi.
Bucharest, my love, I miss you every day.
I can’t explain it.