almost home

I have so much to catch up on that the last few days have been a blur.  We road our first train to Burcharest from Targu Mures on Sunday night/morning.  Not only did we ride our first train, but there was gypsy man in there before us.  Here is what happened.  The train has sleeper cars which sleep 4.  When we bought our tickets for the train, I asked about buying the other ticket so we wouldn't have to worry about someone else sleeping in our car.  Adela, our host, said no, that they never put men and women in the same car.  And guess what happened, yes.  Krista opened the car door to our sleeper door and then slammed it shut again and looked at me strangely.  I said what and then she said there is a man in the room.  I said no way.  About that time the conductor came down the isle saying, yes, yes, your room.  We opened the door and the conductor turned on the light.  There slept a gypsy.  How did we know, he had all black on and those shoes that they wear.  It was very, very uneasy for us.  The conductor said that the man would be getting off a few stop down the way, which make us feel more comfortable.  It was funny because Krista and I decided to take turns staying awake until the man got off the train.  So every once in awhile she would nugh me and point to him.  But neither of us got much sleep.   Once he turned over on his side with his back facing us and all we could see was his shinny hiney.  It was not a good night.  Then we arrived in Bucharest, but that is awhole other story.  this is short and sweet, but I will write more later.