How better to recover from the spookiness of a Transylvanian burial than with a Transylvanian wedding? 

It was incredibly hot on this July day in Romania, and I remember one of these wedding-goers offered me a sip from what I assumed was a bottle of water. I took a big gulp, and quickly found out it was actually local bootleg liquor. Things did not cool down after all ...


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