Rainy in Romania

When traveling I really do try to "unplug" from the computer. The lack of smart phone sure assists with this task but when traveling in slightly shadier places...say Romania, the check in factor with friends and family sort of becomes important. When my travel companions offered the use of their technology, I sent a few emails off relaying the events of the day.

Well, there were two versions. Yes, there are always at least 2 versions. Here's the hybrid between the two and those who I sent these to, hope you don't mind that I'm sharing my words with others but it's way easier than creating a new post.
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In Romania and visited two museums today, and got stuck in the rain after each. This apparently is one of the of the countries where you can be drenched in your own sweat one minute, and drenched in rain the next. Luckily the thunder alerts you and the homeless man let us share his alcove when the trees weren't cutting in on round 2. This was after a man with mic and camera crew asked me some question at a craft market and I had to "decline comment" because I had no idea what he was asking.

Yes, homeless man.
Yes, let me back up and explain a tad more. 

Leaving the Peasant Museum cafe (beer break) after I sat on the floor of the gift shop searching out the perfect painted eggs, we realized the sky was about to dump every ounce of water it had absorbed in the previous hours. We found a great tree (previous rain avoidance tool) and huddled under it.

Wind starts making the rain attack us. No, I'm not made of sugar but that doesn't mean I like being drenched in rain. So we sprint across a way to an alcove/driveway to and share it with a homeless man in a wheel chair. 2 minutes pass and we move because the rain drainage is like a small creek taking over our feet.

Thunder.

Lightning.

Wind.

Hail.

Yes, the day started off at 80F and 100% humidity. My umbrella was in the apt for the sunscreen bottle to fit in my purse.

As soon as the rain slowed, we went back to our tree. Then the front of the museum, where there were several people and 4 dogs. Slowly we made our way over to the metro. At our stop we decided the rain had passed, so we marched on to St. Nicolas Catherdral and then in what felt like a terribly long march, but I think that's because my sandal wearing feet were gritty with dirt and my feet were still sliding around them due to the rain and slick roads? 

Needless to say we were laughing about it by the time we plopped down for dinner and made our break for the dessert place prior to the 3rd downpour of the day. And yes, we packed our umbrellas the next day. Of course it didn't rain!