I wake up at 2 AM because my sleep pattern is all out of routine. I decide to write the stories about Dubai and the flight to Romania. I smoke about 5 cigarettes while I am writing. I look out the window of my hotel room. The window overlooks some parks and the Zizi Mall, a big shopping centre. The snow was gone, it was now raining and the paths and roads were covered in ice. There were 2 cars parked in the middle of the road and some cars parked on the footpath I think it was about 5:30 AM when I finished writing and by then I was tired and decided to go back to bed.
I wake up at around 9:00 AM and contemplate going down to breakfast. I try to call Mum from the hotel phone but it tells me the number is not valid. I must be missing some numbers. Oh well, I will try to send an email just to let them know I arrived here so they don't panic. I do some stuff on the internet and by then I had missed breakfast downstairs. I get a message from Miss C about half an hour later. It said "Sleepy head". I respond and then we are back and forth messaging arranging where and when to meet. She suggest a restaurant a little distance away from the hotel and i say fine, let me know the details. I start to get nervous and have that butterfly feeling again. As we are getting ready and continuing to text back and forth, I cut myself shaving... FUCK... that's all I need.
So now we are both ready Miss C tells me she has changed her mind on the restaurant. She tells me we will go to a different one and it is near me. She sends me the name 'Curtea Domneasca' in Strada Franceza (Strada is street in Romanian). It's in old town. She tells me to leave now as she will be there soon. I text her "I hope you don't rob me" to which she responds "You have a horrible sense of humour". I write down the details on a piece of paper and head downstairs to ask the hotel reception for directions. They tell me where it is and I head out of the hotel and around the corner. There are 2 paths heading in the direction I want to go in. A high path and a low path. They are both made of cobblestone and both meet in the same place. I take the low path. It has a thick layer of ice on it and I am slipping and sliding with each step. "Just what I need" I thought to myself, "I am going to slip on my ass here". As I am crossing the path I notice everybody else is taking the high path. I manage to get across the path without falling. I turn left where the guy at reception told me to and I am looking for a sign with 'Curtea Domneasca'. I can't see it anywhere. I see a restaurant named 'Crama Domneasca', and decide to go in and ask if this is it. The guy by the door is fairly helpful but they tell me that this is a different name and the street I was looking for is back in the direction I had come. So I leave and wander around all the nearby streets trying to find it. I couldn't see it anywhere and as I had no SIM card or WiFi, I couldn't call Miss C. After wandering around aimlessly for 10 minutes I decide to head back to the hotel and use the WiFi to try and contact Miss C.
I send her 2 messages on What's App and try to call her on the phone in my room. I don't know the prefix for her mobile phone so it doesn't work. If she doesn't have WiFi she won't get the messages on What's App. FUCK..... many things go through my head... Is she sending me on wild goose chase?... What if she comes and thinks I didn't come? FUCK.... If we don't meet will she give me another chance?..... What am I going to do?. After about 5 minutes I get a message from Miss C asking where i am and then another saying that it's 'Crama Domneasca' and tells me she has a table in the back.. Holy shit..... Ok... I respond "Be there in cinci" (cinci is 5 in Romanian). Now I am really nervous. I hightail it back out of the hotel and this time I take the top path to avoid the ice. I head back to the restaurant and head inside. I say to the guy, "I just contacted my friend and it turns out this is the restaurant, she is waiting in the back". He smiles and says "Ok" and gestures me through. It is around 1:20 PM by this stage.
I have known Miss C for about a year and a half or so and we chatted alot on Yahoo and Skype. i have seen a few pictures but she looks different in all of them. On Skype she looked beautiful. Long raven (Black) hair, perfect face structure. I told her a few times that she was probably the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She has a fair bit of attitude too which i admire but we did have a few fights, mainly due to misunderstandings. She is a Leo too and we seem to have a lot in common. She likes football, drinking, has good taste in music, and she doesn't take shit from anybody. As I entered the dining room of the restaurant, and I am not sure if my draw literally dropped or it just felt like it, I see her. She is now definitely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. WOW!!!! No amount of photos or webcam can do this woman justice. I can't even find the words that will describe how beautiful Miss C really is. She smiles and shyly hides her face in her gorgeous hair as I approach the table. I take of my jacket and sit down. Suddenly I feel under dressed in my jeans and dress shirt, but that's all I had. She passes me the glass of whiskey she was drinking and says "I think you need this". Maybe she could see I was shaking a little and not just because it was minus 3 degrees and raining outside.
We laugh a little and point the blame at each other for the confusion in the restaurant name. She tells me 'A Romanian would have known where it is". and I said "Well if you told me the right name, I would have been here". We continue to laugh and chat about all sorts of things aswell as smoke cigarettes. In Romania, and I guess most of Eastern Europe you can smoke pretty much anywhere. She orders 2 more whiskeys and I guess she was as nervous as me. I don't understand why, she could have any guy she wanted. She tells me that I am the first person she has conversed with in English vocally. I tell her her English is fairly good considering. I tell her that she is a lot more beautiful in person to which replies,"Please, I don't take compliments well". Her smile suggests otherwise. She tells me I look better in person also. Miss C loves Nicolas Cage and someone once told me I look a little like him, perhaps she thinks this too.
We talk some more, she suggests I go get my laptop and we can look at some things she can take me to see. I ask if we can eat first as I hadn't had breakfast. She says "Ok" and she looks at the menu. It's a traditional Romanian restaurant and the menu appears to be all in Romanian. She asks me what I want to eat. I say "Just order some things you think I might like, I will eat anything. I have always wanted to try Sarmale though".
The waiter comes and Miss C orders in Romanian. Romanian is a nice sounding language. it is a romance language, based on Latin and similar Spanish, Italian and French. We talk some more... I smile because everytime she gets stuck on the English word for something, she looks up and rambles to herself in Romanian. I try to help out when I can if she says a word that is similar to the one she is looking for or describes what she wants to say. I think the conversation is going nicely and we are communicating well. Strangely, I feel very comfortable and open with Miss C. I tend to be a little shy when I first meet someone and in my shell. Maybe it's the whiskey.
I continue to maintain eye contact with her too. Normally for me it is hard to maintain eye contact at first with a beautiful woman. The food arrives, for me Miss C orders Sarmale. Sarmale is a traditional Romanian food. It is cooked pork with onions and rice (I think) and rolled up in a cabbage leaf, it came served with something similar to polenta or tapioca (I forget the name, Miss C might remind me when she reads this) and a fried cabbage dish with bacon. I had heard a lot about Sarmale. It is very popular in Romania. Miss C ordered Fasole Batuta which is sort of like homous but made from mashed beans with some other ingredients, It is eaten as a spread on bread.
As the food arrived Miss C says she needs to use the bathroom and leaves the table. WOW!!!!!!!! Miss C has an incredible body. A body to die for is very much an understatement. She is wearing a dress which is tight and short with leggings and knee high boots. WOW!!!! I wait for her to return before I start to eat. She explains what she ordered and what each component on the plate is and to try to get a little bit of everything.
I taste the Sarmale as this is what I had been looking forward to the most food wise. I cut a piece from the end, it looks delicious. I take the food from the fork with my mouth and this time I actually say out loud, WOW!!!. It tastes amazing. Miss C smiles and says "You like it?". I smile and say "Yes". Miss C eats some Fasole Batuta on a bread roll. I try some of the other components on the plate. It's all fantastic. Miss C laughs because everytime I eat some Sarmale, I cannot stop myself from saying WOW!!! out loud. She tells me to try some of the other dish and I say "I will", but I am enjoying the Sarmale for now.
I was served 5 Sarmale I think and as I didn't want to look like a pig in front of her opt to not finish them all. She tells me "You didn't finish? We eat 8 normally". I just smile and tell her "I am trying not to make a pig of myself in front of you". After we finish eating Miss C orders a glass of wine. Every man, including the waiters, in the restaurant is staring at Miss C and she tells me "This is what i hate in Romania, Everybody even with their wives beside them will stare". I say "I thought they would be used to it, they see it all the time (meaning beautiful women)". She says "Ya right" and we continue talking. I run out of cigarettes and Miss C tells me I can smoke hers. They are unusual. I long thin rectangular packet with long thin cigarettes. I forget the brand for now, I may update later when I see her again. The cigarettes themselves had a slight hint of a rose flavour. She joked, "I will go back home and start to smoke these", to which I replied "I would be beaten senseless by my friends". We laughed and she said "See, now this is humour".
We decide it is time to leave, so she asks for the check. It comes and I open it up, it was 93 lei (about $30 AUD). Awesome... I think. I am loving how cheap everything is here. I ask her how much I should tip, because it is not common practice in Australia. She says that is fine and I slip in a 100 lei note. The waiter takes the folder and we leave. We decided to go back to the hotel and get the laptop to look up some sights she will take me too. She asks how far the hotel is and I say it's just around the corner. She mocks me and threatens to kill me if I am lying. I laugh. Every guy we pass is staring at her and she comments to me "Why is everybody staring." I tell her it is because she looks hot and she says "it is cold, nobody looks hot". We make a detour via the cigarette counter to buy some cigarettes.It is just like a little window along the street, with someone inside. She takes care of the asking and I just hand her the money. We head along the street and around the corner to the hotel. I say she can wait in the lobby or come upstairs, whichever she prefers. she follows me to the elevator and I assume she is coming with me. We get in the elevator and head to my room.
I try to open the door with the key but it doesn't seem to work. We both laugh and I feel stupid. Eventually the key works and we go inside. I put the key in the slot to turn on the lights and Miss C makes herself comfortable. Miss C starts to tidy the desk a little and I comment "You would make a good housewife". I can't remember what she said but I'm sure she saw the humour in it. For the next 20 minutes or so, we just look some stuff up on the laptop. I feel like another drink and I say "It would be nice if I had some beer". There wasn't anything in the mini bar besides some small bottles of spirits. She says "I should go and get some". I get ready to brave the cold again and then "I say what do you want to get?". We decide to get wine then she tells me "I won't know what to ask for", and decides to come with me. We head down to the convenience store where i bought the cigarettes the night before. Every store in Romania sells alcohol and cigarettes. I love Romania!!! We get 2 bottles of a Romanian dry muscat wine named 'Jidvei'.
When we return to the hotel, I ask reception if I can have 2 glasses and he asks me if she is visiting me. I say yes and he tells me she needs to fill out some form. I say "Ok", then tell Miss C she needs to fill out a form. She doesn't seem too impressed but fills out the form. She had to show ID too but she left in her handbag upstairs. Reception says it's fine she can show it later. We head back upstairs and realise we don't have a corkscrew. Miss C doesn't understand what a corkscrew is. I find this strange but i guess they call it something else here in Romania. We call reception and I ask for a corkscrew and the guy who answered has no idea what I am talking about. I explain we need to open some wine, he transfers me to the bar and I ask the woman if we can get something to open wine with and she asks me "What sort of wine?". I tell her "1 second" and hand the phone to Miss C. She rolls off some Romanian and 5 minutes later there is a knock on the door and there is someone with a corkscrew.
For the next 4 or 5 hours, we just hang out in the hotel room, on the bed, drinking wine, smoking, talking about lots of different things. Miss C mixes her wine with a little bit of Coca Cola. She rolled her eyes at me everytime i dropped ash on the bedspread. We finish the first bottle of wine, Miss C takes the opportunity with second bottle to show me how to open it with a pen. Awesome, a new trick. It's done by using a pen to push the cork into the bottle. Miss C shows me the photos on her Facebook page. She has 24 albums. Every photo she looks slightly different, but i know it's her. It's amazing how she can look so different without even trying to. She gets a call from her best friend and her sister, I have to be quiet because she didn't want to tell her friends or family she is meeting me. Romanians tend to be small minded and judgemental apparently. I don't mind, I understand her reasons. We both said what an amazing time we were having.
I have no idea what the time is but it must be sometime just after 7:00 PM, she tells me she has to leave to meet her family for dinner. She says "I really don't want to leave" and I said "I don't really want you to leave either". But we both knew she had to. She spent about 10 mins getting read to leave and after she was ready she stood a little by the door. She was waiting for me to make a move, I knew it but I was nervous. After a minute or 2, I stood up and walked toward her and ASKED (What an idiot) if she wanted a hug or a kiss, or a hug and a kiss before she went. before she even responded we embraced. Then I walked her out to the lift after she prompted me to. Yes, I know...I am slightly retarded.
Anyway we asked each other when we would see each other again and I told her whenever she wants to. She said she would try to see me tomorrow. I went back to the room, drank the rest of the wine, 2 small bottles of vodka from the mini bar, thought about the day just passed and then went to sleep. It was an amazing day with an amazing woman.
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