Airport, 27 August

As always, a trip to Romania begins in an airport. Maybe it started earlier when I got out of bed on this Saturday morning filled with about as much anticipation as I'll ever have. Or maybe it was the previous evening when I was packing like mad and wondering what in the heck I was doing. Anyway, at this point all that is behind me and my entire journey lies ahead. But as for under me, I think they need to reconsider the floor in this waiting area. At best I'd say that it's dreadful!