(photo source: cotidianul) passing these two striking buildings joined by a passerelle whilst out for a walk with a friend on friday afternoon, i wondered, not for the first time, what tales lay behind them. somebody had told me a long time ago that the larger one on the right had been a synagogue, and this medieval-looking edifice in the middle of

Lallie kissed her beloved mama goodnight and hung onto her for a moment. how she adored the smell of mama’s face cream and how she loved to cuddle her for as long as she could til mama’s back ached from leaning over or 'til lallie’s little arms got tired. "good night, my sufletzel," whispered mama, kissing her lallie on the forehead. "good ni

Lallie was in bed super-fast tonight. mama was tired and still had so much to do. so, as lallie lay there and listened to the lalliebye and breathed in mama’s moisturiser, with her nose tucked safely in her favourite place, she simply hugged her mama hard and tried to imprint how much she loved her on her mama’s mind, so that anything she did f

Last week, one of my closest friends (s.) came to bucharest for new year. it was her first visit so i really wanted her to feel the charm of this marvellous, vibrant city. we sped about all over the place taking in museums, galleries, churches, monasteries and two wonderful days in brasov. towards the end of a lovely busy week, s. decided she'd lik

Lallie had her nose wedged behind mama’s right ear as usual, was thinking how lovely it was to be there in her favourite place and what a shame it was to have to leave mama’s lalliebye to fly to dreamland and embark on a new adventure. it would be nice to stay there enveloped in mama’s arms the whole night long. but she knew two things: one,

Mama got to the end of lallie’s bedtime story and closed the book having first marked the page with a home-made bookmark. “it’s a wrap,” said mama, “i’m bushed!” lallie was already half asleep. “cuddle!” she ordered, dozily and mama bent over her daughter to execute the wish, just as she always did. she kissed lallie’s forehead,

(image source) when i woke up this morning i realised, rather surprised, that i'd never done a post on rusalii. excellent timing then, seeing as how i'm in the mood for some magic. rusalii is romanian pentecost/whitsuntide and falls 50 days after easter. we had our pentecost ages ago (may 15th), but since orthodox easter was five weeks after ours t

Lallie was very sleepy as tomorrow would be mother’s day and she had been busy thinking about what she could give her mama to show how much she loved her. she hadn’t been very successful in her thinking as nothing seemed to be enough to portray such a huge emotion as the love she had for her mama, so she was hoping very much that the answer wou

Lallie listened carefully to the end of the story and as mama closed the book, marking the page for tomorrow night’s chapter, she gazed at her hard. “what are you looking at me like that for?” asked mama. “i was just thinking how you are the most beautiful mama in all the world – and…you’re mine!” shouted lallie, clapping her hands.

Darlings, coucoooooooooou!! how are my beloved parents today? another day done as yours hasn't long begun - 8 more to go in spain for me and 79 til dresden, mama. today, i went in to school late. there seems no reason to be there on the dot of ten anymore since noone else is and i'm fed up with being the only one there waiting. i missed a lesson on