Every other night or so I completely lose myself to dreams of Romania and the people I love and miss.
Sometimes in my dream I am showing my family around the country for the first time, sometimes just my sisters, sometimes it's just Ryan and I, and sometimes it's just me, back there, like the old days.
They're the kind of dreams that are hard to wake up from and stay with you for most of the day.
The kind that you wish you could just roll over and fall back into.
The really happy good kind.
So being back there last year was bizarrely awesome!
I left blood, sweat, and tears on these old familiar streets of Romania.
But besides all that nostalgia, how could you not fall deeply in love with a country that looks like this?