last night we went to Romania Tweet

After a brief stop at my parents, we left towards an amazing resort in the mountains, where a lost cousin was supposed to greet us. My love started picking some lush mushrooms in the forest around the accommodation (hotel?), excited at the prospect of a super dinner, and asked me to do the same. So I did, and the hot summer afternoon turned into evening, and then night, and then morning again. Meanwhile, I had traveled miles inside and around this resort, on my feet, a bicycle, and on a plane. I found mushrooms but had no time to pick them. I spoke to cute kids and dangerous people. I drank Pepsi from a can someone else had started and ran with a large, fluffy dog in the golden fields. I tried to find my love and got lost in the building. So many rooms looked brilliant, with elaborate tapestries and flowery curtains projecting carousel lights on the walls, flowing into yet other rooms. I wasn't scared; bewildered, rather. A bit upset for not getting mushrooms, but that was all. And then I arrived. There was no airport building, just a dusty road and a rusty gate in the late morning sun. My cousin was there, holding a toddler, and I wasn't happy to see him; there's reason behind losing him in the first place. Luckily, Felicia jumped in front of me, hiding me from him, and away we went, to the same building, perhaps, to discuss all that hasn't been said.