Turns out the Castle wasn't as big as I expected but it is a nice venue for performances without scenery. Trapdoor had this spot two years ago and when they lugged all their scenery up the mountain (and it is a grueling climb), they discovered none of it fit through the door which has to be under 3 feet wide. They had to hoist it all over the side.
So we managed to get into the performance last night, after they made us wait at the top of a hill for over an hour. Instead of counting people on the way in, they let everyone with tickets inside and then figured out how many extra seats and standing room spaces they would sell. The performance was all music, supposedly a deconstruction of Lear by the Polish group, Song of the Goat. The performers were amazing but the "deconstruction" of Lear existed only in the creator/director's mind. He came out before every song to explain things to the audience but none of it made sense, even in English. The performance would have been better had he not spoken a word.
A funny thing happened today. It took me an hour to find the Gong Theater where Trapdoor is performing tonight but only 5 minutes to get back...I did that thing again where I turned right when I was supposed to go left.
Today I went to Billa (grocery store) to buy my water and bananas I walked to the scale to weigh my bananas because I had learned the hard way that you have to do that yourself. Someone was in front of me but she left and as I went to put my bananas on the scale, a large Romanian arm reached in front of me with a gigantic bag of grapes. The female owner of that arm didn't know the code for grapes so she just left them there and went to get the code. I resisted the urge to take them off the scale and waited for her to do that. Then I put my bananas down. I didn't notice she had bent down to get more produce from her basket. She was really mad at me--I ended up apologizing but she didn't speak English so I guess I'm lucky to have survived the encounter. Don't mess with the babushkas.
It is so pleasant to eat every meal outdoors. Even though it seems to rain every afternoon, the outside tables are well protected. But, no, haven't tried the Hair and Coffee place.


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