Evil Mr. Sodex and his hoes

Only Mt A students will get that, but it's ok.

Seems the ubiquitous (I'm using that word a lot lately, aren't I) blue and white logos are everywhere. This particular sticker was found on the door of the local pizza parlour.

Seems like Americana is penetrating Romania little by little. Coke is everywhere (although Adrian told me that this is a form of rebellion against Communism as Coke wasn't available before the revolution. Seems to me like they changed political slavery into corporate slavery), McDonalds is in the most historical corner of the city and I found McCain fries at the local grocery store.

Yes, McCain fries.

I'll try to take a picture but I'm sure the clerks already refer to me as the Milk Maid for examining every article I pick up there (pardon me for trying to decypher cooking structions in Romanian) so I'll have to be discrete.

For those who didn't know, McCain owns 1/2 of my province and the company was created in Florenceville, in northern New Brunswick. You can't eat a fry in New Brunswick without it being a McCain fry. And I like to think they invented curly fries.

But then again, it would give me an excuse to go back ot the grocery store. I've developped a crush on Adrian (another Adrian. Is it just me or is every Romanian named Adrian?), one of the employees. We don't do much except smile at each other because he doesn't speak English, but he's awfully cute.

I can see it now. It's like some exotic foreign film, updated for 2004. We can replace the guy at the market for a lonely grocery store clerk. He sees the beautiful foreigner, falls madly in love with her and shyly offers her a fresh artichoke. Or something like that. Cue traditional Romanian background music. The two lovers stare at each other and kiss. The end.

In other news, I'm sick with a cold, and I expect plenty of get-well-soon messages.