It's all in the...food.

Of all the things I could be missing...friends, family, smokeless rooms, quiet mornings, big refrigerators, air conditioning, dish washer, driving/having a car, and the list goes on...I found myself missing Wegmans the most the other day. I remember Lindsay coming back from France (only two weeks ago) and being uber excited to visit Wegmans. At the time I thought it was strange, but little did I know I would shortly be longing to dance in the aisles of excess sustenance. I know it sounds ridiculous, but everything around this house seems to do with food. If we're not eating, we're thinking about what to make for the next meal and/or how to acquire the food it requires. Then taking steps (literally) to get the food is quite the production. It all depends on whether or not we have a vehicle to use. If we do, we can buy "as much as we want." If we don't, we can only buy as much as we can carry or as much as we can fit in our college-sized refridgerator, whichever comes first. Buying what we need means going to at least 2 different locations and usually 3. Everything comes from all over the place, no organization involved. Call it selfish, materialistic, acquisitive, or avaricious...but Wegmans = bliss.

That is why my adventure to the city of Târgu Mureş today was great. We went to a store called Real and it is possible that it's larger than Wegmans. It's like Wegmans and Walmart made babies and this is what popped out (painful birth if you ask me). There are entire aisles devoted to one single thing like this one:

Behold, the milk aisle.
There was also a cheese aisle. Mainly the dairy stuff held it's own. And although this is what I found myself missing, walking down the glorious aisles seemed not so glorious. It actually felt kinda wrong. I have no idea how many Romanians actually use a store like this (obviously enough to keep it running), but most cannot. Why do I find myself attached to having so many options? Ya git whatchya git. Be happy with it. Basically, the trip quenched my thirst for Wegmans and made me feel content (for the most part =] ) with the open air market, the meat market, and the 3 alimentare stores that we like, which was really nice. And don't get me wrong, these stores do not exist all over Romania...we travelled over an hour to get to Real.
It was a gorgeous drive...

The view from my window.
The trip home required some flexibilty and agility on my behalf because Hans (seen on the left hand side of the photo) and Roberta had to get some supplies. And so did we.

You can't see it, but there are piles of Styrofoam over my head.

Here's the list of "stuff" we had to get:

-Frying pan

-Peeler

-Spatula

-Sink drain strainer*

-Bread pan

-Cake pan

-Brita filter

-small fan

-Strainer

-Plastic table cloth

It may all seem random. That's because it is. It's all stuff that wasn't available in our town, Sighisoara.

*We discovered the necessity of this by experience. Our sink clogged and was overflowing into the neighboring drawers and onto the floor earlier this week. When our landlord came to fix it he detatched the little "S-curve" thing and pulled out a watermelon seed and said "Nu." Simply "no." Ha. He must have been thinking "stupid Americans." We got the point though, no food down the drain...no matter how small.