Arrival in The City

On the way to my apartment I had a chance to talk with my driver, and the man that rented me the studio. He grew up near the U.S. Embassy during the end of the Chauchescu regime. from his reflections of growing up in 1980’s Romania. I was amazed at how much the country has recovered. in only two decades. The country has gone from having unreliable utilities, and only two hours of state-run television per day, becoming an EU member with a growing economy in only two decades. I was also struck by how green the city is, where almost European city centers are composed of densely packed buildings, the center of Bucharest is composed of freestanding construction, ranging in stile from traditional Eastern Orthodox, to Socialist Realist, in a seemingly random order. Just from seeing the city pass by through the car window I wanted to see more.
Later that night, I realized the front door to my apartment building had a jammed lock, and that it was impossible to get in unless someone was there and decided to open the door for you. I also was treated to another negative surprise. Half of my new laptop charger was missing when it took it out of the box. Instead of getting to explore a bit, I appeared to have much more pressing matters. So, After having a meal of traditional Romanian polenta I called it a day