Sunday, October 21, 2012

The European Makeover Continues...

Crazy boots, dramatic hat, neon jewelry, sparkly sweaters. Picked up the sweaters at a store called Reserved, while the rest was found at good old H&M. Sure we have it back home, but being here brings out another side of my identity.

Now to fit it all in my suitcase!!

Went to their T.J. Maxx, T.K. Maxx here. It was a madhouse! I was able to understand how people who don't like T.J. Maxx back in the states feel.

Friday, October 19, 2012


Was visiting Southwestern Poland in a city called Wrcolaw (sounds like Vrotsloff) and got to see a bit of the countryside. It's a golden fall out here which is so nice, since I'll probably miss it at home.

All Saints Day is coming up on November 1st so I'm pretty sure the massive amounts of fake flowers are to leave at the cemetery when the party is over.
On the road, dusk.
Golden fall.

In case you don't find the flowers you want here...
You can find them here.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012


That's kinda what it sounds like when the Poles say Warsaw. Things I've learned about the Polish language:

L with a slash through it=w
Et al.
Incredibly crafted parquet floors.
Hanging in Old Town, which was actually rebuilt after WWII.
After finding this wall of keys, I've seen many of these "skeleton keys" in action.
A beautiful restaurant that felt like an old mansion.
Beautiful church, one of many.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

U Fukiera

Our Polish colleague recommended an amazing and magical restaurant in the old town called U Fukiera. The food was delicious and mostly authentic with notes of Spain and Hungary.

The ambiance was unreal. Candlelight, roses, old photos, vaulted ceilings, and pumpkins. As it says on the business card about the owner and founder, Magda Gessler, "she's cooking, decorating, but not singing." The menu copy was just as charming.

I had to get the Soup of Nothing. It was definitely something.
Soup of nothing.
Even the bathroom was awesome!

Guess Where I Am

Cloud Eavesdropping

Up in the sky thinking of Mr. and baby SevPrez and their morning dance party.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Postcards From Bucharest

My traveling companions in front of a fancy military building.

Mysterious public art.

Excellent graffiti.
Walking the streets of the old city.

Some sort of big fancy building. Does it really matter?

Morning view from the hotel.

A hidden outdoor watering hole in the old city.

Beautiful manholes.

Stumbling upon a magical shop. 
Ground zero of the Romanian revolution.

Further Elaboration

This is for my "anonymous" commenter. The sweats and the sneaks. The sweater doesn't photograph well and the Ts don't look like much.

Monday, October 1, 2012

Bershka And Other Foreign Wonders

You guys. Bershka. Check it out. My brother and I almost cleaned the store out while shopping in Bucharest. They were playing crazy European house music and I caught myself thinking, just for a moment, that I might never leave. Bershka, Bucharest, Europe. I felt my identity shifting.

Alas I am back home in beautiful New Jersey but I have been googling half-remembered lyrics of some crazy Eastern European club anthem to no avail. Maybe I'll always be an American girl, but I'd still like to be able to call up my crazy European alter-ego while out for a run.

To further my inner European identity I also picked up some awesome European sneakers. And a scarf (even their men wear  cotton scarves.) I got some "fancy sweats" that defy category -- two pairs. Three perfect t-shirts for $6 each and a slouchy cardigan at a store called, ironically, New Yorker. My travelling companions had to pull me out of a massive Zara before I blew my life savings (Zara Home and Baby!).

But seriously guys. I left my heart in Bucharest. It is such a beautiful city, with a vibrant life, and humble, open people. I felt enriched. I felt safe. I felt stimulated. It reminded me of my time in Madrid. It's a city that's not trying to be anything else than what it is. It is too consumed with it's national identity and it's own experience to worry about comparing itself to someplace else. Where else would you want to be?

I have a few more pictures, but I am struggling. They won't get it across. This city doesn't want to be reduced to 2D.