Rain, rain, go away.

This week's been a bit maddening. There's been a lot of rain in the evenings and a little during the day, including two days with serious downpours. Yesterday we worked on washing pottery instead working in the wet, rainy fields.

Still haven't found much of anything of interest, but there's time yet, I suppose. Today I worked all day with Shawn just cleaning walls and edges, which is the worst work to do. But it has to be done, so we just had to grin and bear it. The wall seems to have a curved foundation of mortar coming out of it and it's a bit puzzling, so at least there was something to the work. But in the last hour I got to work on the Total Station with Rob, and that was my favourite job last year. I was rather pleased, and I got Shawn to help us out too. We were both glad to be out of that trench.

We went to the bar yesterday. I had a bit of wine, a bit of tuica, a bit of beer and a lot of conversation. I paced myself, naturally. This time we went after dinner, so nobody got as drunk as they did last week (though a couple girls did get pretty sloshed. So it goes.)

Maramures weekend is coming up; last year's visit was a lot of fun, so we'll see how this trip measures up. I really shouldn't compare, but it can't be helped, sometimes.

I've read a couple books so far: The Truth by Terry Pratchett, and Union Station by Joe Fiorito. Both books were very good, and right now I'm working on The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. Hopefully I can finish that one by the end of the week.

I have to get going, so we can grab some tasty ice cream and snag a taxi back up to camp in time for dinner.

As it's almost evening, buna seara! (And later, noapte buna!)