It’s 8PM, Christmas Eve, and my parents and I went to the village graveyard to light candles for our dead relatives. A few candles were already burning when we got there. As we were moving through the graves, I was thinking how the graveyard and the sky looked the same: dim lights on a black background. Continue Reading
I got back to Bucharest last Wednesday.
Since my last post from Enderlin, North Dakota, I traveled to New York, Philadelphia, San Francisco and Chicago. I met and stayed with friends who were difficult to part with, saw places that left me staring into space and heard stories that made me wonder about the way our world is going. Continue Reading
I’m writing this while Susan, my host in Enderlin, North Dakota, is doing her morning piano practice. I’m in the basement of her house, my eyes on the computer screen and my ears at Susan’s fast hands on the piano. Continue Reading
This post was written on 26th of October 2014.
It’s been three weeks since I camped in Monte and Sharon’s house in Genesee, Idaho. Here is where I got to experience the US institutions: elementary school, day care for kindergarten children, church, library, university, doctor’s office and I even participated in a training for the US elections. Continue Reading
While planning my trip in the States I decided to stay away from the east coast. Halfway through my trip, I started to think how New York is the one city in the east I would really like to see and maybe it’s worth going there.
I then looked on Amanda Palmer’s website, one of my favorite celebs, to see if she will have any concerts that coincided with my route. Continue Reading
This evening I got off the computer at almost 10 o’clock. I was listening to accordion music, thinking about taking a bath and going to bed. In the tub: two spiders. Their bodies were about 1 cm long and one of them had 8 legs, the other 7. I watched them for a while. At some point one of them panicked and moved closer to the tub’s edge and stayed there. I eventually got up, found my phone and took their picture: Continue Reading
This is the Palouse:
Palouse means rolling farmland hills stretching into eternity. Ride through the Palouse this time of year and for miles you’ll see nothing but earth, straw and sky, then you’ll catch the glimpse of a house hiding between trees, then earth, straw and sky again. Bridget, my friend from Genesee with whom I travelled through the US south west lent me her bike. Her brother, Travis, joined me for the bike ride.
Palouse is a kind of landscape you can only see if you come to Idaho or Washington (the state). People here say it’s one of the most fertile soil of the world, due to the volcanic ash brought a million years ago.
Funny how from a distance the most fertile soil resembles the desert.
And this is a view of Lewiston, one of the Palouse cities.
I heard from Connie, the community librarian in Genesee, about an old Scandinavian church a few miles out of town. So we went to check it out. On that same route we found a pink barn and an old school house.
Not sure how long our ride was but we estimate it that it was around 20 miles (32 km).
I land in Chicago. Next day I’m out with Jessica to check out downtown and Chinatown. The second day at the museum, we saw less than half of the things there and came out exhausted. The third day my bus out of town was at 6AM. I felt sorry I didn’t get to see the Art Museum or listen to a blues concert. “That’s okay, I’ll be back,” I told myself, while re-imagining my memorised itinerary, thinking how I will squeeze in some extra time in Chicago. Continue Reading