When I came to Romania, I was unprepared for how many leather pants I would see.
Nobody wears plaid in this country. Usually, the service industry will start talking to me in English when I say hello, but when I wear plaid, I don’t have to say a damned word.
In addition, they don’t put lids on anything. You are required to do that yourself.
Everyone in Bucharest dresses like circa 2000s hipsters.
Of all the countries in the world, it is least surprising that Romania has a Goth shop.
Prompt customer service is not really a thing in. They only use beverage lids when you ask.
Pop Cola tastes like cloves and redundancy with a subtle hint of redundancy.
The Romanian toy museum is really fun. They have them organized by type, and I swear I’ve never seen so many abacuses in one place. During communism, they had a ripoff of Monopoly called “Capitaly.” But what got under my skin was the Game Boy. In a museum. And before you Millennials start to get all uppity about how old Gen-X is, they had Pokemon Gold in there too.
White Trash Cola tastes like ginger, with a splash of mullets and trucks on blocks.
I was ready to praise Bucharest for not having hostile architecture, but clearly they’ve perfected it.
As we visited Dracula’s (alleged) castle, the weather, cold and rainy, would have been better with lightning. There was a torture room.
Most Romanians look like they’re middle-aged. The reason for this is that everyone smokes, even (no exaggeration) children.