Here it never snowed, afterwards it did

We have just celebrated the anniversary of our first week in Timisoara. After a week of going out, drinking, socialising, worrying, panicking and acclimatising it might be an idea to take stock of where we are in relation to everything around us.
Timisoara is beautiful. I can't emphasise that enough; it's one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen. Today we walked in the snow through the town squares taking pictures and making our video diary. We saw a group of teenagers throwing snowballs at the pigeons, a family having a snowball fight, a father pulling two young girls along on a sledge; it was beautifully utopian. For a second we got a glimpse of sheer happiness. This city seems to know when you're doubting it and proceeds to do something amazing to restore your faith in its motives.
In the Piaza Victoria there was a woman standing with her arms out holding bread in both hands. The pigeons landed on her arms and pecked at the bread while she slowly disappeared under the snow. It was oddly surreal. A man asked Dave to take a picture of him with the woman, so obviously this wasn't a regular occurence. It was a lovely sight.
Last night we went to a Scottish pub, although they didn't play any Scottish music and there was no Tennants. The staff were friendly though and they took pictures of us; I think we might have been the first Scottish people to visit it. A nice honour, I suppose.
There's a party on Thursday for the international students; a superhero themed party. While we had no intention of going anyway (I don't need to look like a prick to get drunk. I don't even need an excuse) it turns out we actually have plans with our Romanian friend Silvia. It was quite a nice feeling knowing that we've managed to network so well that we're double booked on week nights.
We bought Romanian copies of Generation X and Trainspotting today. We're hoping to learn conversational Romanian rather than the formal version so these books are our new goal. It's quite quaint; Trainspotting comes with footnotes explaining aspects of Scottish culture such as "Weegies" and "Orange Lodge". What a nice cultural export.
We've cooked a few successful meals as well. They were both pasta dishes, but we're not going hungry and that's something to be thankful for.
There're more pictures to go on Bebo; mostly of snowscapes and graffiti. We're making a small video diary as well. As soon as we have anything witty or interesting to say we'll put it on here.
I think now I'll go and decipher some Eastern European postmodern sentences.
Yeah, why not.

Edit: Tonight we've been asked out by three different groups of people. I don't know if we're lucky or popular, but either way that's pretty cool. I didn't even get that in Scotland.