I am in Amsterdam. It’s 8 am. my flight to romania leaves at 10:40 am. i will arrive at 2:25 pm. the flight over was a hoot. there is this crazy italian man fabrizio. he got really blizzoked drinking wine and vodka and started yelling that romanian men are ugly and smelly, but the women are beautiful. he started laughing saying that the peace corps boys would have their pick of the romanian women and the women peace corps voluteers. he started yelling, “all you girls will be horny and I, king fabrizio, will have my pick!!!!!” i was dying with laughter. then he started telling me that he does not plan to stay the full two years. he is going to find a job and quit. he doesn’t want to waste two years in romania working like a dog for free. my first subversive friend. talk to you soon. vicki