I'm all snug and linked in joyless old Bucharest. A very ugly city, at least so far. Granted, I haven't seen much besides the very center of town, where my hotel is. GBG's offices are just a few blocks away, where I am now. Hopefully I'll get to get out and find where all the good stuff is sometime this week. Brasov is my main goal; It's in Transylvania and is where Bran's Castle is. I've read online that Bran's Castle actually had nothing to do with Vlad Tepes, Dracula, and was in fact built by some other guy as a fortress to guard Romania against invading Turks. So, most of the world does seem to invent it's own tourist traps, you know? Hey Kids! This is where Dracula lived! Or, Hey Kids! This is where Jesus was crucified! While Both Vlad and Jesus may have actually existed, people have to give a place where they once may have done something significant, also, so that they can lure you there and sell you stuff. Anyway, knowing that doesn't prevent me from wanting to go to Dracula's Castle and buying a vampire tooth! How cool is that!?
At any rate, I satisfied two very pent up urges yesterday: As soon as I arrived, I got some McDonald's for lunch, and then, after sleeping for a few hours (11 hour layover, remember? Holy fuzzbrain!) I went out and got a steak for dinner. Man that was awesome. Now that that's out of the way, some of my colleagues here want to take me out for some real Romanian food tonight. I'm not sure exactly what Romanian food is, but it seems as if I have no chance of getting out of finding out about it this evening. I hope I get out of this in one piece... you may be wondering what the big deal is, but if you'd been forced to eat the food cooked by our Romanian staff in Baghdad, you'd understand. Granted, they were trying to prepare American style food with Iraqi materials in a foreign country, so I'll give them the benefit of a doubt.