The moon was full, lighting the way for my late night visit to Dracula’s Palace. I was accompanied by a handsome Romanian college student, whom I had met on the train from Bucuresti to Tirgoviste. He didn’t quite understand my interest in this “historical site” where Vlad Tepes had lived, and so, I climbed over the wall alone.
I had only been walking around for a few minutes, when out of the lower courtyard it flew towards me, narrowly missing entanglement in my hair. I knew that birds did not fly at night. This had been a bat !!
Well, I did survive. The Romanian guy then took me Tango dancing. We both used our high school French to communicate.
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