Romanian Longing

Last night I had a dream about Romania that involved landing a job and an incredible apartment in the best part of Bucharest... that doesn't exist. It was an area with loads of interlocking squares and three English-language bookstores. The reason I know it doesn't exist is because I had reason to explore that area many times, not the least of which was the fantastic Mexican restaurant there with the best margaritas I've ever had.

I digress...

I posted about this dream on Facebook, and got the following responses. All part of why I desperately miss that place sometimes.

Also, please note the "How to" window in the top corner. Yay for my first screen shot!