Don't want to say Goodbye, yet forced to, as glitter is being blown back west.
Yes, the trip to this little town started off rocky, some reverse culture shock should have really been expected,
yet with time and an open mind you can see all the beautiful things that surround it.
Wonderful friends were made, old and new, who shared a passion for camera whoring and drinking juicy cocktails and lemonade.
Local fashion magazines were intensely read, beautifully attractive on the outside, but with a weak written inside, all while sipping Salitos, the weirdest combo of beer and tequila.
Cafes were explored, all while savoring yummy frappucinos and admiring the rundown neoclassical architecture of the old city.
Favorite restaurants were discovered, old ones revisited, all while sampling local beer and traditional cuisine
bringing back sweet childhood memories of the villages that once hosted my summer vacations.
But all trips come to an end and so the journey continues.
With a new pair of fabulous sunglasses and a sweater in the color of the season, glitter has packed its bags and is now flying towards London.
A charming day is planned, starting with a wonderful spa retreat in Covent Garden, wine tasting at Vinepolis and dinner at Gaucho Tower, because glitter is experiencing its first British Hen's Party.
Few more days of story telling from Romania are still in the works but those will have to wait till glitter arrives safely home.
In the meantime, my British adventures should keep us occupied.