|October Rains in Bucharest|
|Boarding the Bus for Chisinau|
|Under Picnic Skies in Moldova|
|Lounging with OD on a Rainy Columbus Day|
On Friday I had the misfortune of eating something in the morning that must have been spoiled. I have had food poisoning enough times to recognize the symptoms quickly. In Uzbekistan, if one did not come down with Tashkent tummy at least two or three times in the first year, something was wrong. I made it through the day but didn't venture far from the rest rooms. In the evening Oana put me on the couch and kept the tea, lemon, broth, and honey coming until, slowly, my intestinal track returned to normal.
|Howland Bridge Opening|
Autumn has come to latitude 45-deg N. In my old life this was the season when I would listen to Joni Mitchel's Urge for Going, feeling an immediate connection with that urge. Now my urge is quite different. It's an Urge for Staying, for holding on and making every day count. There is joy in pulling out the autumn clothes, listening to Oana's latest joys and sorrows, and watching the rain and the changing of the leaves. The autumn in Bucharest is golden and happy. May the same be true for you wherever this autumn may find you.
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No longer do I feel a sadness when I hear Joni Mitchel sing Urge for Going, but it is a beautiful song nonetheless.