Once a month, the board members of Teach you how to stunt travel outside of Bucharest to hold seminars on English grammar and punctuation in high schools. This time, we traveled by train to beautiful Moldova and shared some interesting stories with a young motocross rider. Unfortunately,  our train broke down and we had to go separate ways, but we kept in touch by e-mail and this is what our inbox offered us a few days ago:

Ahoy, my CFR acquaintaces,

I’ve made it home, finally. A trip that’s normally 5 to 6 hours long turned into a 9 hours obstacle race with 4 different trains, coffee, melted ice-cream and lots of stray dogs. All I kept thinking about was “YOU SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT A SQUIRREL”, the scene from Rat Race; maybe if I had waited for the 1 o’clock train I wouldn’t have had this adventure. No regrets, though, it wasn’t that bad because I had music and enough time for a coffee in each train station. 

The best thing about music is that it can transcend you from the shitstorm you’re witnessing, in my case away from the angry people screaming like maniacs because the train broke down, to a place of  stillness and guitar solos.  If it hadn’t been for my mp3 player I would have probably high-fived someone. In the face.

I have decided to dedicate my Saturday to motorcycling, as I received 5l worth of magic fuel to burn on the road. For something that’s so amazingly wonderful, beyond freedom and adrenaline, the motorcycle is still viewed as a death wish in my hometown. Again, I am not doing wheelies or trying to go all Evil Knievel, I’m just enjoying the journey. On Sunday I’ll try to wake up as early as possible and wish for non-rainy weather so I can burn the remaining of those 5 liters. 

Greetings from home, strangers from the train. I’ll be back after I finish my soup.

Alessandra.