What day is it?

I left on Sunday; now all of a sudden, it's Monday night. I seriously thought of postponing this trip because I'm ill, but I was afraid I'd never get to Sibiu. So, I kept telling myself I'm not the first person who ever went to Europe sick and made the long journey. The flights weren't too bad; it was long hours in airports that were nearly unbearable. I had a bad cough but the antibiotic I'm on has mostly knocked that out; now I have a head cold.

Children under the age of 15 shouldn't be allowed on airplanes...certainly not the little ones who don't have to pay for a seat but instead can sit on mommy's lap right behind me, pull my hair, kick my seat, and have to be constantly amused. Luckily, that was just the flight to Atlanta. There was a screamer all the way to Munich but she wasn't close to me.  BTW, Delta's economy comfort on a 767 plane is hardly worth the price. On that flight, I was seated next to Nerd Boy who was going to Munich for an intensive German course. He kept reading a German manuscript...aloud. I was able to sleep through most of it.

I have caused only one international incident so far. I was sure when we got to Munich, they didn't want me to go to passport control so I started walking to "connecting flights." That turned out to be wrong--I had to go through passport control, then walk the 10 miles to my flight, then go through passport control again and also security even though I had never left the airport--and I thought those Germans were efficient. The good news is I got two Munich stamps in my brand new passport. Of course, the stamps are identical and what they're really saying is "Arrived in Munich. Left Munich."

I am now in Sibiu and my hotel is on a cute pedestrian street. I went out for an eclair and coffee because I realized I had been fed 4 meals in under 24 hours and probably didn't need dinner. Typical Eastern European town--featuring a parade and a gelateria  every three feet. I think it's a requirement that all Eastern Europeans eat an ice cream cone every night. 

We just had a storm but now I hear the music of another marching band. I'm not sure whether these bands have something to do with the Theatre Festival or whether they just march here every day to amuse the people as they eat their ice cream.

Main Square, Sibiu, Romania

And a parade