Dancing Romanian Style

One thing that I have learnt during my time in Romania is that you can slow dance to anything!!! No night here is complete with out hearing "Nothing else Matters" by metallica and you have to dance to it. Now at home this would probably mean some arkward shuffling accompanied by full on moshing by the hard core rockers. Here things are a little difference, the only dancing that happens in Romanian bars, clubs, restaurants and homes is couples dancing ballroom style!! So I have come to take part in wolcing around the room to a whole array of unlikely tunes, but actually its quite nice. I like the tradition of it and its always nice to be asked to dance, I guess its just one of the many odd and very Romanian things I will miss when I go home.

Vina prima vara

This week has been full of change. Jen has left which is undescribably wierd, we have spent pretty much 24 hours 7days a week together for the last 3 months. We lived together, shared a room, worked together, I don't think i have ever spent so much time with one person in my whole life. We got to the finsihing each other sentances and having the same random thoughts stage and now shes gone. I'm normally someone who releashes my own company and space for my thoughts, I think maybe Romania has changed me. Anyway I miss Jen, the sunshine has come and we are blizzard lizzards no more!!!
The other changes this week have been the arrival of Kevin and the complete change of the timetable at work Was a little worried by both events but both seem yo be working out well. the final change is that finally Spring is here, vina prima vara!!! So in conclusion change can be a good thing, even if its scary!!

"Jesus is coming with oranges and bannans..."

As I sat on her bed and talked to her in a language which is difficult for us both (like many people in this area her first language is Hungarian) the tiny old lady with her red wooly hat pulled down over her ears pinched my cheeks and beamed at me saying "Jesus is coming with oranges and bannans.." She suffers from dementia and I think this was probably a case of mistaken identy as I had brought her a bannan the week before.
It made both me and the nurse on duty laugh to here her say it, especially as she repeated it over and over. But as well as making me laugh I found the joy in her face also made me share her belief. As a Christian I have felt my faith really challenged by a lot of the things I have seen working in the hospital. I have seen that lady in the red hat beaten so she is almost unrecognisable, tied to a bed, sat for days in her own diarreah and its challenged everything the way I see the world. But she knows Jesus is coming and as she says over and over "Jesus is here now" "Isus aici acum" I know she is right, and I that Jesus sent me I wish there were more times in my life when people mistook me for Jesus,