WILD NIGHT & Romanian Money

At my age, staying up past 11 constitutes a wild night, so being at a club until 2 is really over the edge for me. I even drank an entire glass of beer. The band plays kinda jazz with spoken word music, at least that's what I call it. Very talented musicians and joining them as a guest singer was a Chicago woman who just came along for part of Trapdoor's tour. She plays the French horn and the saw (but never at the same time). She is amazing--apparently, she inherited the knowledge and the saw from her grandfather and yes, she brought the saw from Chicago. The band had met a couple earlier in the day who volunteered to play with them. The husband plays French horn and the wife plays violin...with the Sibiu Philharmonic Orchestra. The wife told me she was a little apprehensive about playing with no practice but they were great.

I feel much better today but don't know whether to credit the antibiotics or the magic bee pollen pills. Or it could be that tripe soup I had for lunch. Speaking of magic, I have always thought Romanian money is pretty but didn't know it cannot be destroyed. The Romanian director showed me--you can't tear it, crumple it, you can wash it, dry it, etc. It's indestructible. Why? It's made of plastic.

Romania has great wireless internet. You can usually get it just sitting outside cafes and in all the hotels. However, the telephone system is like the 1950s. When Nicole calls me, I answer the phone and the desk clerk says "Catherine? Nicole is calling."

Theoretically, tonight we're climbing a mountain to see a play in a castle. It might be so crowded that we can't get in. But...if I manage to climb that mountain, I will see the show.