Sometimes It Is Just a Walk in the Park

The only adventures I've been having lately have been raging migraines, which I can enjoy right in the relative comfort of my shoebox-sized apartment, thankyouverymuch.

Actually, I did go to Parcul Titan the other day. I had to find it on the map because I couldn't remember how to get there, even though it is only a few blocks from my apartment. I couldn't remember how to get there because I had gone there last with Mark, and when I walk with someone else, my brain goes into hibernation. No matter how hard I try to pay attention to where the heck I'm going, some sort of trance state will set in, and before I know it, I'm there with absolutely no recollection of how the heck I got there.

It's the most bizarre thing, and I can't seem to make people believe I'm not at all in control of this phenomenon. Really. Dingo ate mah brain.

So two days ago, I get out the map, find Parcul Titan and go there, feeling very self-satisfied. But it looks nothing like the place Mark and I had found. That place had cobbled walks, a paddle boat and autumn leaves. The place I found the other day...well, let's just say it didn't.

There was a man there, though, who seemed pleased as punch to have found me there. He kept standing and grinning at me and speaking to me in Romanian. So I spoke to him in English. We had a nice little chat. Wish I knew what it was about.