The Love Story of an Eastern European and the US (Part 1)

I first stepped foot on American soil on July 24th 2009, a day before my 20th birthday, a day I dreamed of since my first book about Walt Disney. I must have been 4 or 5 years old. I remember skipping all the pages with text so I could get to the colorful pictures of Disneyland. I remember starring at pictures of the rides, parades and, my favorite, life-size characters (judging by the children next to them) candidly smiling back at me. At that age, I could not believe that such a place actually existed. It was more of a Wonderland, a place only really special children got to go to, certainly not anyone from Romania... certainly not me. The only way I could spend time with Mickey and Minnie was through our old tube TV, and I was perfectly happy with it.

On the Road to Charleston, SC

I woke up on March 15 bright and early, but I can't complain when I'm going on vacation. We left the stubborn winter home and we're heading to sunnier places: Charleston, South Carolina! I'll show you through pictures how our trip there was, many miles away. :-) Let's begin...