Sun Setting Over Bucharest

The sun setting over the city was beautiful last night. I haven't seen a sunset in many years. I live in New England, land of hills and tall tees. I also live on the ground floor where all you see are the neighboring houses. Here I am 7 floors up which affords me a nice view.

As beautiful as this is, I dread the nights here because I cannot sleep. There is no mattress to sleep on....simply a box spring that digs into my back.  There are also strange noises and smells that serve to remind me that I am in a strange land, away from the comforts of home and hearth. Speaking of strange smells...

Bucharest has a smell to it...not a bad smell, just a...smell.  I think it may be in the water. I've attempted to figure out the origin of this, but find that it is everywhere, and not just in my apartment and in my teacup.

I used to live in Glocester, near the Eastern Connecticut border.  The air was fresh and clean, no car exhaust or smells of any kind.  When I moved back to Warwick (right next to the airport) I thought I would gag.  The exhaust fumes from the planes and the cars in the city were overwhelming. I used to walk for excersise and had to stop. What a stink! Well, I've gotten used to it over the  years and no longer smell anything at home.

We really are products of our environment, aren't we? Humans are very adaptable creatures, and I am sure that with time, I could live here as well and not smell a thing.