I forgot to share a Monday Morning Memory this week! Oops! So instead I’ll share it today. You’ll forgive me, won’t you?
This week I was thinking about a trip I took several years ago to Romania. It was my second trip ever out of the United States. And certainly my first trip to a “second world” country. And wow, was I ever unprepared.
I’m one of those people who can attract chaos and the completely unexpected everywhere they go. That includes the Romanian Alps. And I’d bet you probably havne’t ever realized there were Alps in Romania!
To be honest, I hadn’t realized it either, until I found myself in a small bus service winding through the mountains, with a driver who refused to open the windows, turn on the air, and was chain-smoking a vile smelling brand of cigarettes. This was my first real introduction to the country, and not the best one ever.
When I think back to Romania, many of my memories involve extreme motion sickness and someone chain-smoking. But thankfully, most of those car rides where on the way to amazing experiences in other parts of the country.
One of my favorite memories was of a short walking hike my friends and I took up to the top of a small mountain in Brasov. It was a gorgeous view overlooking the valley, and the mountains surrounding us were majestic. I couldn’t help myself. I just had to do it. You know you would have done it too!
I had my friends sing, “The Hills Are Alive” from the “Sound of Music,” while I twirled around on the mountainside. For a few beautiful moments it was glorious and exhilirating. The fresh mountain air, the green rolling land, the snow capped peaks, the laughter of friends, the pile of mountain goat poop…
What? Mountain goat poop? Yes. Somehow I didn’t notice that first.
Suddenly, mid-twirl, my foot hit the pile of petrified mountain goat poop, I tripped, and rolled downhill. The sounds of my friends’ laughter echoing through the mountainside…

Ah yes, great memory.






