at the tram stop

yesterday, at the tram stop, i met another cute little old lady. am convinced that romania has some of the cutest old ladies ever. she weighed, like, 90 pounds was all kinda shrunken. she had this bright red colored hair. old romanian ladies (in bucharest anyway) seem to really like dying their hair totally improbable colors. i have seen little old women with blue and purple hair. i am totally convinced that my theory, which is totally unsubstantiated and nothing to back it up, is correct. at least i just like to believe it cause its probably cooler than the actual reason. i think that many of these ladies are discovering and deciding to be punk rock in their old age. they would be in mosh pits it they didnt have to worry about osteoporosis, fragile bones, and hip replacement surgery.

anyway. am all kinda proud of myself cause the conversation was all in romanian. i stumbled through it (okay falling and not being able to get up) but managed to understand and convey meaning. it centered on where i was from, why did i come to work in romania instead of staying in the u.s. (a favorite of people around the world), how much money i made (also a favorite around the world) and my hair.

she liked it and told me so repeatedly - maybe she saw a kindred spirit with the crazy hair thing. mind you, am not sure how much she would have liked it if it was all fro-ed out. whenever i have the courage to venture out with the fro in evidence, i get so many looks its disconcerting.

a little old man joined the convo to but have decided they are not as cool/cute as the old ladies.