Communication

[shewhomust]

Wednesday - the mid-point of our holiday - was hot. Really hot. We spent much of the day looking for somewhere shady to sit.

At the café in Targu Neamt, I asked the waiter "Do you speak English?"
"No. Do you speak Romanian?"
Fair point. And between us we had no problem placing an order for coffee, fizzy water, alcohol-free beer. Later, he asked if we were Dutch, and I said no, English.
"Ah, English - Liverpool, Manchester United..."
"No," we chorused, "Newcastle."
"Ah, Newcastle..."

Later, we sat in the car park by the Neamt monastery, too hot even for monastery tourism, watching an orthodox priest, black robes billowing as he paced to and fro, talking on his mobile phone.

Comments

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Is this the same non-English-speaking waiter who served you slivovitz in teapots, or can there possibly be two? (Yes - yr postcard came! For which we thank you.)

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

No, 'nother place entirely. The slivovitz-in-teapots place was much grander.