I was invited back to my old host family’s house for Hram, they seem to really like me for some reason, and it was a chance to get away for a few days, so I told them I would be there sometime in the early afternoon. I got to their house around 1, and my host mom was busily preparing plăcintă with brinza among other food. She offered me some tea, and I drank that before heading back to the center of town to see what was going on. My host sister was down there with her boyfriend, who works at the local bar/restaurant that my fellow volunteers and I drank at a lot over the summer. The restaurant had a booth set up and had some traditional Moldovan food people could try. I ha some mammaliga, sarmale, bbqed meat and a couple glasses of their house wine. After hanging out for a bit, I went back to the house and got ready for the big meal. The table was set, and their was food everywhere and lots of alcohol. We sat down and started eating, and then I was saved when my host sister asked me if I wanted to go back to the center with her and her friends. I gladly accepted. My host dad jokingly asked me if I was going to drink any beer, my response “possible.” When I got to the center with my host sister we went into the bar, I think because it was a warm place to be, I sat and talked with her friends for a bit, and then decided that I did kind of want something to drink, when I got the line, and older man in front of me let me order first, after talking to him for several minutes, he bought me my beer because I was American. I thanked him, and then went back to my table. After a while my host sister told me that we were going to one of her friends houses to eat some more food. I wasn’t hungry, but tagged along anyway, at the house the table was all set, and the guys ate more food and had some vodka. I passed on the shots of vodka.
The next day my host family let me sleep in and I stayed in my pajamas almost all day until my host parents invited me to their nephew’s birthday. Once again it was an evening full of food and wine. I also went on one of the carnival rides with my host sister, it was so much fun.
When I went to leave to go back to my other host family, I was given a 1.5 liter bottle of house wine, some cookies and apples. They also offered to drive me to the train station when I go to Bucharest next month to fly to Brussels. They are so good to me.