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We woke up Friday, and went to the coffee place down the street from our hostel, Coffee Molka. We ended up spending the next four hours there, talking to the gregarious and deeply knowledgeable owner, Alexander. His is not an ordinary coffee spot — he only serves Turkish coffee, and he has set it up as a coffee museum, with equipment and liqueurs and various coffee-related items. He wasn’t going to let us order something without us first smelling various jars of coffee grinds. My fave was the one with cardamom. We asked him to make us what he likes. He prepared an arabic coffee with cognac for us. (They drink early and often in Moldova.) Continue reading
We took a a taxi from Chisinau Airport to the center of the Moldovan capital. Brian suggested that for lodging we should either stay in a five-star hotel, or stay in a hostel, if we could find one with a private room. It was all the way, either way. We chose hostel, for the sociability and local feel. Five star hotels are, in their own way, all the same. Continue reading
My NYC to Rome flight landed on time, so I had a cool 3+ hours to burn at FCO airport. I was sort of anticipating that I’d have to fill out some immigration form or at least show my passport to someone, and possibly even exit and have to go through security again since Moldova is not part of the EU, but, no. I came out right in airport central, free to transit. Continue reading
Thursday was a super packed day, with me trying to get all my appointments completed and work done before leaving on my Moldova adventure.
Remarkably, I held my shit together the whole day, kept a tight schedule, and then left directly from my last client to go to Penn Station to take the JFK AirTrain. Continue reading
I have a soft spot for the Citi Prestige card, because it was the first card that I applied for without ever intending to put daily spending on it. When you get a card without intending to use it for everyday purchases, you’ve crossed the line. You’re a churner. It was also my first $450/year card. You don’t forget your first. Continue reading
It’s been a while. No, I didn’t die. At least on the outside.
I was dying on the inside, though, until about 72 hours when a friend of mine who’s studying in Europe asked me if I wanted to come over and go somewhere. I’m like, “Sure, where?” And he said “how about Moldova?” Because he’s an awesome traveler, so of course he’d want to go somewhere other people don’t go. Continue reading