Captain Underpants

We took a couple days to do the tourist thing – saw some castles 

(including Dracula’s), hit the market and ate lots of delicious food. There sure are a lot of sweets and cheese here!

I also found some really cool toys at one of the castles – they look like giant popsicle sticks attached by elastics to make an “X. When you through them with the flick of a wrist, they travel in a circle and return back to you like a Romanian Boomerang. What fun! I still need some practice as does one of the (other) children who bought one. His ended up over a barricade and in a forest. The boy’s dad was about to life the boy up and over the barricade by jus the waist of his pants when Jordan swooped in to the rescue.

It was like a slow motion tragedy scene: the toy scarcely missed a vehicle and flew up and over the barricade. After evaluating the situation, the man slowly reached to lift his son. “Oh no . . .” I muttered in disbelief as the father bent over and, with his thumb and forefinger, grabbed only the top of his unfortunate son’s pants. Luckily, our own Captain Underpants (or Captain America, according to Jasson) came out of nowhere,  soaring over the barricade and saving that young fellow from the most ultimate of wedgies!

Back at the villa, George kindly showed Jordan and I a path to a peak where we could overlook the range of hills surrounding a valley at this part of the mountain. The simple life is where it’s at and we were experiencing it: a shack on the hills, miles of plantlife, fresh air, a cow/goat, and good company. I often think the Western world should adopt this way of life but a weird part of me finds comfort in the hustle and bustle, appointments, plans and progress – I suppose that’s the reason for a vacation or weekend off as opposed to a total lifestyle shift.