We begrudgingly left a cold, rainy Amsterdam and met at the airport for the “real” trip.
Two and a half hours later (after a surprisingly good lunch and free beer and wine on Tarom Airlines), we landed in Bucharest. Christina was the first to clear customs in the land of her great grandparents.
We were whisked to the hotel where we ran into a wedding (probably just as Danny and Maria were exchanging vows in Germany).
We made a quick change and we were off to dinner with Chazy’s friends Ramona and Dominick at Bistrot Francais.
Gorgeous restaurant, wonderful friends, terrific meal.
Then Brad and I headed off to a late night concert at the Athenaeum.
Turkish music in a magnificent hall, a beautiful stroll home through the capital at midnight.
The Barstow’s headed off to a Jazz Club, Chazy to bed, and now we’re luxuriating under damask duvets, awaiting LaLa and Erik’s arrival.
Grammy would be happy.