Finally the rain stopped. We were suppose to go to Bulgaria for the three-day weekend (it's Pentacost, don't you know), but Camille had too much homework, so hopefully we'll hit the Black Sea coast eventually. Instead, we devoted this weekend to eating strawberries and taking a small trip up to Sinaia to enjoy its offerings: the bakery on the road up there, Peles Castle in a field of wildflowers, the view from the Serbian Restaurant, the 17th Century Monastary.
For Pentacost you have to carry around a bundle of leaves.
Also mandatory, stopping to let sheep cross on the road home.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 