We left dreamy Sibiu for the drive back to Bucharest about 9am. At the halfway point we stopped for gas in the industrial city of Pitesti. At the station we asked for directions to Bucharest thinking we'd take a side road that would lead us closer to the airport where we were to return the car. The station attendant did not speak English but a young customer spoke up to tell us the road we intended was very bad. We asked him how to find the main road and he told us to follow him. About a half hour later after leading us through the city, twists, turns, backstreets, etc. he stopped and said the highway was just around the next corner, refused $$, shook our hands and drove away.
Arriving at our hotel in Bucharest, the one left a week ago, we were talking to the manager, Anna, about our trip. Joanne mentioned 'internet' and Anna volunteered the use of the hotel's laptop...so here I sit in our room doing my blog.
Parker Palmer reflects on the one's experience of the world; a hostile place in which one does battle or essentially a place of life and kindness...my experience is the later.
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