I only have one week left in Sighisoara, the final two days before we fly out of Romania will be spent in the city of Bucharest. My mother has asked me more than once to post pictures of the house I've been living in, but I've never gotten around to it. So here they are. I don't have a picture of the outside of the house, but I'll probably post that later on in the week.

Here are Ali and my beds-I sleep in the little one-the one that has no frame and is simply one mattress stacked on top of another. Those blankets may not look like much, but cocoon yourself in one-don't move because moving causes cold air to come in-and you're toasty warm all through the night.
Ali and I have been pretty much living out of our suitcases for the past 3 months. There isn't a dresser, or drawers anywhere to put our clothes, so we sort of stack them. Sorry Ma, I know it's not the neatest.
This is the sight that greets us as soon as we walk through the door. Our room is immediately to the left, the door isn't shown in this picture. Down the hallway on the right is the bathroom I've already posted pictures of, and directly across the hall is the kitchen.
Ali and I spend a lot of time at that table, since we don't have a desk or anything in our room, of course this table is in the kitchen which usually means we feel the need to eat something while we do whatever it is we need to do.
Full view of the kitchen, where again Ali and I spend a lot of time. Particularly if we haven't enjoyed whatever our family served for dinner that night. We wait until they go upstairs and then we raid the kitchen.
That is pretty much the entirety of the downstairs, which is where I spend 98% of my time when I'm home. The upstairs is simply Mama C and the girls bedrooms. The stairs up and down are outside-no stairs on the inside. Which is always fun if the girls invite us upstairs to watch a movie or something Ali and I have to get all bundled up and put on our shoes, or just put on our shoes and make a run for it.
1 comment:
Gutsy move, posting a pic of that stack of clothes. Don't you know Mom's request for pics of your living space was a trap?
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