There was a holiday this past week on the first of March, called Martisor. Basically, it's Valentine's Day, except more of an emphasis on the girl. What happens is everyone everywhere sells these things called martisoare, and guys buy them to give to girls. They're either pins or bracelets usually, but I saw some necklaces and earrings too. The bracelets get tied on by a string that's red and white, white to symbolize purity and red to symbolize a new beginning. It's a pretty big deal here, and Centru was really crowded with tons of people selling and buying martisoare for their girls. Pretty exciting.
So there's a word here that is basically the magic word for everything: poftim. It can mean pretty much anything. Well, not really. But you use it and it's like a get out of jail free card. You can use it when someone says something you don't understand or if you're handing something to someone, like Here you go! So I didn't really like using it before because it's kind of a dumb word. When we contact for English classes, we give out cards with the information on it and try to tell people about it. I would go up to somebody on the street and try to talk to them normally, and they'd always ALWAYS give me the waggy finger or just shake their head or something of that sort and it was terrible. But then I started my contacts by saying "poftim!" and then they started begging me for the cards. As soon as you use the poftim, they're all about it. People are desperately grabbing for them and if they're walking in a group, everyone in the group has got to have one. Essentially, that one word made a huge difference in my English contacting and now it's super easy and everybody wants me for my cards.
Two Truths and a Lie
Okay, last week was also too easy. It was the mustache guys.
So for this week, did I:
- Meet a guy who carves cow bones for a living
- Get kisses blown at me by two girls, or
- Leave the phone in my suit when I took it to the tailor's