Later that night I was ready to hit the hay. Well, not exactly. There were plenty of haystacks in the area to be hit, but I needed something a little softer. I stayed at Aunt G's home across the road. My accommodations were superb—complete with a library of bedtime reading. The only problem was that all the books were in Romanian. Oh well, I was very tired with the day's adventures, so it was time for lights out.