I love summer in Moldova. Summer is great in Moldova. And it is the only time when one can sincerely say that no, the grass is not greener anywhere else. The grass is greenest in Moldova.
The first Medieval Festival in Moldova was supposed to be organized at the end of may-beginning of June, but due to the bad weather, it got postponed and thus i was able to have all my friends over for my birthday. The weekend it was happening, though, i was gonna be there.
There are some people whom you just accept in your life and feel like they have been there forever. And even though jokes have flowed between us for only 1 month, i dragged AT and another friend to the festival location, which is some 30 km away from the city. Before we even knew it, there we were, backed with supplies and good mood, standing in a quite hot small public transportation unit. But it did not matter, as there was plenty of energy and laughter to go around for both us and the rest of the passengers. Thumbs up!
Upon arrival, the open minded AT already made another acquaintance, and we left him work his charms on the pretty little lady for a while. Once inside, though, beer, ice-cream and good ( but expensive) fried meat covered his need for socialization.
The sun was hot, the beer was cold, and the lines were long. The prices were high, the items on display and sale were very nice, and the sun was hot. The ice-cream was to die for, the food was good and the sun was hot. The frisbee was a bit expensive – it had the logo of a company on it, and we were sure that they were supposed to be given away for free, but Moldova business does not work that way – and yes, the sun was hot. This is why when a spot in the shade opened up, we took it with no hesitation, and we kinda missed all the ‘Medieval’ part of the festival – the re-enactments of fights. We did shoot the crossbow though – for me, out of 5 arrows, 3 landed in the grass and only 2 were kinda on the right track, somewhere close to the mark :)
For unknown reasons, we seemed to always end up close to the kids area, and thus the voice of the kids activities moderator who was trying to fake his enthusiasm stuck with us for the whole day. We also brought it home for future recollections. So all in all, the day was exactly that, a complete and definite “Ura, ura, ura!”
Today I arrived at the office waaaaay too early, and i decided to try my luck and go to the balcony of a higher floor. As the access via the elevator is restricted through access cards, up the stairs i went.
As i was ascending, one floor after another, i was both counting floors and trying the doors. Locked, locked, locked… 9. Open. Yey. Locked, locked, locked, rooftop door – locked… So back down to 9th floor it is then :)
There is something special about high places, balconies, high points, mountains and so on. They give that feeling of freedom, of air, of detachment from the everyday fuss. And it is from there that one can see the big picture. In this case, it is the west side of Chisinau.
I am glad someone had forgotten to lock that door. Left the keys in the lock too.