Day 3: Strada Calea Vitan
Today was a really fun day. And full too.
We began the day praying together as a team and encouraging each other about what we felt God was going to do in Romania. It’s amazing because we all have been hearing the same stuff – revolution, freedom, liberty, the power of the Holy Spirit coming…
Then we had a lot of errands to run and things to figure out. We got pillows at Romania’s first mall (Bucharest Mall), picked up some groceries at Mega Image (which shares Food Lion’s logo), and let the girls buy birthday presents from money grandma and grandpa had sent (they bought some cheap knock-off Barbies).
And, yes, we got lost walking to the mall and grocery store. It’s only a few blocks away, but everything looks the same here. All the communist buildings are so alike, and the streets don’t seem to follow much of a pattern, and there’s just so many people and cars buzzing around all the time that it’s hard to know where you’re going. And I just get lost everywhere I go. So, we wandered around really out of our way and then eventually saw a little sign “Bucuresti Mall” pointing to the left. Very grateful, we followed it, found the mall, and somehow (again) managed to find the grocery store and our apartment after that.
Finding our apartment was probably the hardest part of the trip. We knew the general direction it was in, but since everything looks alike, we wandered down a few streets lined with ugly communist apartment complexes before we found the right one. I knew it was the one because there was a giant black stray dog laying in the sun. He’s always there. He only moves to find a new sunny spot. Or maybe to join up with his wild dog pack and eat people (see previous post).
So we figured out the complex we’re in, but then we walked up and down it forever trying to find our door. The all looked the same. The only way we figured it out eventually was because we remembered what the view looked like from our balcony, so we tried a door nearby and it worked.
Then Adi, a real-estate agent who should be a pastor, came by and took us around to see a bunch of apartments. One was pretty bad and not cheap, one was amazing but too small, too expensive, and too American, and one was really decent and not too expensive. We took the really decent and not too expensive one. It’s a little older, not amazing, but it feels good. We move in tomorrow evening. We’re pumped to finally have a permanent place we can start ministering out of.
In the picture above, our new place is somewhere on the left, right on Strada Calea Vitan.
Oh, and some of the highlights of our day: eating really amazing gelato with Naomi and Mae, remembering the Romanian word for “spoon” when we needed it, buying a box of noodles for under $1, asking the meat department woman for “zeche cremvurst de pui va rog,” and finally finding our apartment.
Our bodies are mostly caught up to the new timezone, but we’re still waking up at odd hours of the night unable to sleep, so please pray we’d get over the jetlag completely.