As you might have realized, I´ve been away for a week. Back to my mother country, or, to be more precise, Bucharest. More than anything, it was a time travel- as I implied last time I mentioned my trip- to a stage in my life when the future still held everything in store and my hopes were sky-high. I´ve been living in Norway for 14 years now and I look back on my year in Bucharest with a mixture of nostalgia and of “things that could have been”.
This being said, my “future” turned out just right, my country´s, however, never raised to my expectations. Buildings are crumbling down, corruption is still everywhere, the rich get richer and the poor get poorer, even the middle class seems to be flattening out into a mass of people learning how to survive with what they have.
Leaving politics and the deplorable speed at which things happen aside, Bucharest is a nice city to visit. Plenty of coffee shops, restaurants, stores and bookstores. Throw in some museums, lovely architecture in the old town and some of the city´s main streets, fairly low prices and welcoming people, there´s no reason why you shouldn´t give it a chance for a weekend or so.
I was there for a week to see my family, especially my niece, who is the crown jewel of our “dynasty”, to meet up with friends, have some laughs, some drinks, get hold on some books in Romanian and shop. I love Max Mara and they don´t have it in Norway any more! Can you even imagine?;-)
So I dined and wined, visited people and places, mostly the same places (and people!;-)), as my need for stability is ever so present, ate the eclairs and the pies my body had craved for an entire year, stayed in the same lovely hotel Cismigiu and explored. The city was sad and grey in the dirty February light, the temperature was nothing to fuss over, either, but the 1st of March brought a token of spring and people gave each other flowers and symbolic jewelry as they do every year. And it was lovely to see everybody, now I´ve recharged my batteries for a while. I´m sure I´ll go back to feeling home sick in no time!
Check out Amsterdamming´s entries on Bucharest!
Lipscani, the old town, is a lovely area. Unfortunately its buildings are in such an advanced state of decay that they literally make me weep.
Italian restaurant with my folks. Everybody say: Cheese!
If you´re fond of French pastry, go to Paul´s on Bulevardul Regina Elisabeta-yummy and French atmosphere.
The local coffeeshop, Origo is celebrating 1st of March.
Empty, dilapidated building.
Cod and polenta at Caru´cu Bere (below). Yum!
Cutie pie wearing silk from India. 😉 Resembling her auntie!
Treat yourself with some ravioli at Belmondo.
Met a Samoyed in Bucharest! Was so excited! We exchanged some kisses and he wooed me in wolf language!