Today I took the train back to Bucharest. I thought the train was very ugly inside, and outside it rained the whole time. But then we got to the station, and once I was on the platform, the ugly train had transformed into a magical beast. Its top was glistening with rain, like the scales of a wet dragon, and reflected against the grey sky and the light from the train station lamps, it seemed like the most romantic thing, like something out of a movie. I wish I’d taken a picture, but the platform was busy. After more than two weeks in a city with a quieter pace, Bucharest is alive and colorful and exciting and I realize that I’ve missed it. I’m definitely a big city girl at heart. Now there’s a streetcar outside my window and it makes the most adorable sound.