My host family from my training days drove down to Ialoveni this weekend for a short visit at my apartment. (When I was at their house in February for my host dad’s birthday, they asked if they could come visit and see how I lived. Of course!, I said. I’ll be waiting!)
So they drove down Sunday afternoon and we enjoyed bruschetta, tea and cookies in my very small, and quite chilly, kitchen. My little 6-year-old host brother corrected my Romanian and point out that I don’t speak it very well; sometimes I forget words. Touche, sir. I got a good laugh out of that.
AND they brought me the wonderful long-stem rose for Women’s Day, which my little host brother presented to me, and the beautiful marțisor pin below. (See my previous post, Martz-EE-shore.) Gorgeous. So thoughtful of them, too. I feel like one lucky girl. Wanted to share!