Around their grandmother, Karen, a.k.a. "Yia Yia," our kids are the frequent recipients of "magic" (anything from little toys, to items of clothing, to the occasional bit of candy). After three days of driving jam-packed rental cars around the unreasonable highways of Transylvania, it was decided that my brother Aaron and I deserved some "driver magic" to compensate for our road-weariness and to speed our safe return from Sighisora to Bucharest yesterday. The magic we received from Heidi and her fiance Kyle? Fancy Szeckler-style hats that every farmer and shepherd from Miclosoara to Biertan props upon their sweaty craniums. These are part Fedora, part straw cap, part elfen sombrero. Which means we ended up taking to the highway looking like a weird blend of the Blues Brothers and Romanian peasants. That didn't stop the other drivers on the road from attempting to pass us on hairpin turns and nearly run us off the road now and then. But we escorted the whole gang safely back into Bucharest, our fancy Romanian helmets intact.
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