Time for another haircut. I passed up a haircut in Barcelona opting for Bucharest instead as it sounded a bit more exotic to me. How could anyone in need of a haircut pass up a barber shop called Frize Bad?
The large Old Town section of Bucharest is packed with tourists, Romanians on ‘holiday’ and locals eating at the great restaurants. We could have conquered the trolley system, but after sitting around the apartment with our computers all morning making lodging reservations, we needed the exercise the three mile trip offered.
We normally drive or take the train while traveling in Europe. However, European travel restrictions (Schengen Agreement) dictated we get out of Spain as well as twenty-five other European countries and head for a country not part of this agreement. We would be illegal aliens if we remained in Spain. So we boarded our first ever European flight from Barcelona to Bucharest.