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Open Letter To My Son–Part 2

26 Apr

Dear Pat,

Remember when I took you across Bucharest, on a beautiful September morning, for your first day of school? The bouquets of flowers, the loud kids and their parents, the gray and white building called Liceul Aurel Vlahuta that was your home for 1st and 2nd grade? Remember the wooden bench and the black board, Frau and the twins who became your best friends?

Remember when we moved to the States and the second day after our arrival, Grandma and Aunt Cathy took us to Manitas Elementary School to enroll you in 3rd grade, barely speaking any English? Remember how brave you were every morning, backpack slanted on your shoulder and off you went? Miss Hebert, who could’ve won Teacher of The Year Award, and Miss Calleros who we both hated for a whole year in 5th grade?

Remember when you started middle school at Pueblo, and how much you struggled with math, but thanks to Mrs. Segerson you actually started to like it? Remember the bullies and how we talked every night about how to handle them? Remember how you had a crush on girls I won’t name here, but how we laughed reading Calvin and Hobbes?

Remember starting high school at Corona del Sol, your first day afraid seniors will play pranks on you as they did with all freshmen? Remember the friends you made and the people you avoided? Remember the cafeteria and the disgusting pizza you ate? Remember your first car and your first kiss and your first heartbreak? Remember Miss Glick and her daring to-read-list?

Remember your first day at Arizona State University, our coffee run that morning before first class in W. P Carey International School of Business? Remember my pestering you to stay on top of your homework, asking endless questions and checking your grades? Remember our lunches?

Remember when I told you it will get better, nothing lasts forever and you will get there? Well, dear Patty Cakes, you are there. You are at the end of your student life and about to start your career.

Make the best out of it and don’t let anyone or anything stop you from success. May this new chapter be what you want it to be, nothing more, nothing less!

Love,

Mom

Europe trip–part 2

4 Sep

As promised on my last post I’m continuing sharing my experience while on my trip to Europe.

I first flew to Bucharest where my parents live and I was beyond ecstatic to see them after so long (mom after a year and a half, and dad after 2 and a half years). Granted we use Skype all the time but it’s not the same.

I’m a hugger and, if I were to pick what I miss the most about my parents is hugging them. Of course the first thing I did seeing my mom (dad was too weak after his complicated surgery from which he’s recovering very slowly) among the people waiting at the airport was to drop my bags and pull her into a long, long hug. I tried not to cry but silly tears just kept rolling down my cheek. A feeling of I’m-safe along with peace and happiness blanketed over my soul and I’m sure for those of you still having your moms around you can understand my emotions. There’s nothing like a mom’s hug: tight, warm, loving, heart-to heart beat.

As we drove through the city, the first thing that caught my attention was the change in colors. A lot of the 10+ story buildings lining the roads have been renovated, transforming the city from a blah-boring gray into a lively one. Others just remain the same ugly buildings. On some of the roads the trees are so tall and rich that they bridge over the street creating shade and coolness so much needed from the hot sun.

I stayed in town only three days before my trip to Italy (crazy itinerary, I know). When I returned from Italy I had the chance to visit downtown Bucharest at night, a nightclub (don’t remember its name, but I do remember the cigarette smoke, loud music and super packed room), a restaurant where we had papanasi (a Romanian pastry that I crave all the time), walked down I. C. Bratianu Blvd at  two in the morning all the way to the Fountains taking you to Palatul Parlamentului and most importantly: I did that tagging along two of my cousins, two nephews and of course with Patrick. The rest of the time I was in Bucharest I haven’t really gone anywhere worth mentioning, but spent it with my parents, relatives and friends. Unlike other trips back to Romania, this time it was more important to me to spend it face to face with loved ones than visit places…

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Until next time, here a few photos… enjoy!