High FiveNovember 7, 2011 at 2:31 pm | Posted in Family, Transylvania | 27 Comments
Tags: Challenges, Children, Expats, Family, Food, Language, Milestones, Perspectives, Romania, Travel
Our five-month anniversary in this country came and went, and we didn’t even notice.
We were too busy …
Too busy scolding Lollipop and Giggles for pilfering Reese’s peanut-butter cups from our latest care package in the wee hours of the morning. Too busy stocking up on elusive bags of tortillas from the grocery store. Too busy planning a holiday getaway to Vienna, Bratislava, and Budapest. (I know!!)
But now it’s Monday. The older kids are at grădiniţa. Fluffy Bunny Daddy is at lucru. The nanny is aici. I’m alone with my computer and have overdosed on TripAdvisor reviews. What better time to reflect on our five months?
We’ve had quite a few “firsts” since we’ve been here: first plate of pork fat, first celebrity neighbor, first surgery in a foreign country, first steps, first snowfall. My cell phone is chock full of numbers from friends who hail from countries like Sweden and Jordan and India. And when we eat out, we actually order the sparkling water. With no ice.
Who are we? The same family that crammed into the back two rows of a plane five months ago not realizing we were headed for a country with no Cheetos? Yes. And no.
We’re also a family that speaks another language. (Well, puţin.)
We line-dry our clothes and don’t really notice the scratchiness anymore.
We eat apples straight from the tree.
We delight over treasures like nutcrackers and crock pots when we find them in the grocery store.
We shrug our shoulders when two-way roads turn into one-ways overnight. (Asta e.)
We walk to the corner for fresh bread from the brutărie.
We order beer because it’s cheaper than a soda.
We park on the sidewalk, like everyone else.
We are grateful for homemade gifts like rose jam, currant juice, and gigantic jars of pickles.
We listen to the classic rock station that plays lots of Bon Jovi.
We know Celsius.
We don’t even blink when our pizza has corn on it.
We raise our glasses and say, “Noroc!”
But we still can’t figure out what to do with a head of cabbage. Good thing we’ve got seven months left to figure it out.
How do you adapt to new places? What would you miss most if you were away from your home for a while? And do you have any good cabbage recipes??