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“Trage perdeaua, Raul!”- imi zice Alina. Dar camera ei se transformase intr-o cuseta de tren si Raul intr-o tipa blonda cu ochii verzi si cearcane violet.

“Avem exact(si ma uit pe ceas)…12 minute de mic dejun.” Ma rog, “mai” avem trebuia sa ii raspund Alinei.
E 5 octombrie si vreo 23 grade Celsius…in cuseta. Afara ne astepta un soare cu dinti; dar dinti frumosi, ce-i drept; care zambeste larg deasupra vaii Vaserului.
“Suntem in Maramures!”- exclam in sinea mea.
“Si sunteti in intarziere!”- ma plezneste realitatea.
Rapid ma spal pe dinti la chiuveta camuflata intr-un soi de dulapior, fond de ten/rimel/blush si mai am fix 2 minute sa-mi aplic coada de la Divisima; ca nu vrei sa stii cu ce ‘Jhonny Bravo’ hairstyle m-am trezit. Ajungem in vagonul in care se ia micul dejun. 100 de fete zambitoare ne intampina acolo. Defapt erau 14. Paisprezece zambete ale fashionbloggerilor in Maramures; sau in tren. La micul dejun servit in cadrul trenului-hotel Carpatia Express am avut bufet suedez; in stil maramuresean; cu specific german. Glumesc… Era destul de dragut. Dar eu aveam nevoie, mai mult decat orice de apa. Stii cum e sa ai parte de o seara draguta, cu povesti frumoase cu persoane de calitate, zambete largi, vorbe care se invart in jurul paharelor de vin si pahare care nu se mai dezlipesc de buze? Stii cum e. Si mai stii cum e sa te pui, dupa aceea la somn la ora 3-4 si apoi sa te trezesti (din cauza alarmelor altora) dupa 4 ore? Cred ca stii. De parca ma traznise un fulger. Nici nu facusem bine ochi ca in partea din dreapta a patului cautam deja sticla de apa. Dar nu era. Nu era nici sticla, nici partea din dreapta. Dormeam “la etaj”, deasupra Alinei, in cuseta. Ca sa va introduc putin in poveste, s-o luam cu inceputul.

Laura Maxim! Ea este detinatoarea blogului de fashion www.fashionhypnotised.com si persoana care m-a invitat la acest eveniment si careia ii multumesc pentru aceasta intentie draguta. Care eveniment? Cred ca stii deja, e vorba de evenimentul #fashionbloggersinmaramures. Evenimentul a avut loc pe 3 Octombrie, ora 19:00, la Gold Plaza mall, Baia Mare.

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Cele 3 ore s-au scurs rapid, cu toate ca aveam doar 3 melodii pe telefonul Alinei pe care le-am ascultat pe “repeat” pana in Baia Mare. Ajungem la 8,dar se pare ca si evenimentul se amanase cu o ora. Ce noroc.

Ajunse la fata locului, am salutat in soapta pe toata lumea si ne-am asezat; eu pe scaun, Alina in picioare.

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Ma uit in palme si tot ce vad sunt sclipiri de argint. Nu de alta, dar imi transpira palmele cand ma emotionez. Stau. Stau cuminte. Stau si ascult, emotionata. Emotionata, mai degraba de faptul ca imi vine randul.

“Eu nu vorbesc in public!” ii zic Alinei.

“Ba o s-o faci. Toata lumea vorbeste, Carmen. Cum sa nu vorbesti?!”

Alina tocmai a terminat de prezentat  si se apropie de mine cu pasi mari mari  facuti cu sandalele gadiator Il Passo. Imi preda microfonul.

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Iau microfonul in mana. Am inceput sa prind incredere. Ma uit spre multime, zambesc (cred,sper) si salut. Incep sa ma prezint, dar ma intrerupe o voce.

“Stai jos, si-asa ai destule emotii. Vorbesc eu! “-imi zice.

Ma asez frumos si imi indrept privirea catre imaginea proiectata. Sunt curioasa sa-i ascult povestea domnisoarei care tocmai m-a intrerupt. O fi mai interesanta decat a mea?

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Hai s-o ascultam.

“Am scapat!”- imi zic eu. A trecut si am scapat fara sa fiu nevoita  sa vorbesc prea mult. Cu toate ca m-am bucurat, sunt constienta ca in curand va veni momentul cand nu-mi mai permit sa “trisez”.

La finalul evenimentului ne-am intalnit cu cateva cititoare foarte dragute din Baia Mare care ne asteptau, nerabdatoare, sa facem poze. Iar la parter, cei de la Quick Mobile ne asteptau cu un cadou la alegere. De departe cea mai buna varianta mi s-a parut bateria externa #whitediamonds.10710720_867370299970366_1708192658662268728_n

Am luat cina intr-un ambient romantic, in cadrul restaurantului Lumiere. Povesti dragute cu Gabriela Atanasov de la Sweet Paprika, Alina si Alinka. Cina a fost delicioasa, insa n-am facut poze. M-a descurajat faptul ca separeul in care ne aflam nu avea acces la internet, iar un blogger fara instagram…nu mai e blogger.

Drumul inspre Hotel Romanita****,  unde am fost cazate, a fost unul plin de peripetii; cu tot felul de opriri si sticle de tuica sparte in masina (nu-stiu-exact-cum). Haos. Dar ne-am distrat. Ne-am luat si niste McNuggets si un McPuisor si am ajuns si noi, intr-un final, la hotel. Ultimele, din nou. Am intrat in hotel. “Hotel Romanita”- nu-i asa ca numele iti sugereaza,mai degraba un spatiu decorat cu detalii din folclor? Cu un aer roial si fancy, insa decorat  cu mult bun gust, hotelul a reusit sa-mi capteze atentia in mod placut. Bravo!

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O tacere asurzitoare pazea hotelul. “E ora 3? hah.. maine trebuie sa fim la micul dejun; la 8.” Ce mai conta, ne-am intersectat povestile nemuritoare dintr-un capat in celalalt al lumii, extreme, controverse, pareri si glume seci (cum ne plac noua) pana am realizat ca e 6. “Mai are rost se ne culcam?”- ne intrebam noi amuzate, dar stresate in acelasi timp de faptul ca urma o zi lunga, plina de activitati.

“Now I ain’t sayin’ she a gold digger, but she ain’t messin’ with no broke niggas”- ne trezeste alarma Alinei. Neata si tie, Kanye West.

“Va asteptam la micul dejun, va rugam frumos sa va grabiti.”- imi spune o voce razleata la telefon; telefonulu camerei. Era receptia. Si noi nu eram inca treze complet. Rapid ne luam tinutele pregatite inca de seara si coborim cu liftul-oglinda.

Am intrat in sala unde toata lumea incepuse deja sa savureze micul dejun-omleta. Personal, de multe ori simt nevoia sa mananc ceva dulce, indiferent ca ‘dulcele’ reprezinta una din mesele zilei. Tanjeam dupa o dulceata,  miere, nutella sau cereale cu lapte mmm… N-am gasit asa ceva pe masa, insa mi-a imprumutat Alex Don (prietenul Madalinei Merca-The Indie Chase) putina dulceata, intr-un final. Nu stiu cum si de unde, dar a facut rost.

Nu puteam sa nu observ cum ne asteptau in stanga, cuminti si totodata curioase hainutele de la  IIANA cu care aveam sa pozam la Maramures. Dar n-am pozat. Am tras; am tras cadre si am realizat un video.

Pornim inspre Maramures, dupa cateva opriri necesare la Alinka.

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Nu cred ca exista vreo sansa sa ne opresti pe mine s Alina in momentul in care ne apucam sa povestim. Si-am povestit; pana am ajuns…unde am ajuns?! We got lost.

eu.pngmememememCu ajutorul Laurei Maxim si a catorva sateni binevoitori, am ajuns intr-un final unde se afla toata lumea-in Maramures. Because we`re #fashionbloggersinmaramures.

Trenul-hotel, Carpatia Express ne astepta pregatit cu cina. M-am relaxat la lumina lumanarilor, savurand un risotto cu piept de pui si ananas.

Povestile interminabile despre tot felul de subiecte interesante  nu aveau cum sa se lipseasca de paharele de vin-un ambient mai mult decat placut.

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M-a amuzat in special o poveste pe care am si retinut-o.

“Mi-am pus cu mine in Berlin 45 de perechi de lenjerie intima si intr-un final s-au epuizat. Nu aveam masina de spalat si nu stiam cum sa ii spal. Am cautat tutoriale pana am ajuns la concluzia ca cel mai eficient proces ar fi fierberea. Si am uitat sa mentionez colegei mele de apartament sa nu mai foloseasca oala a 2-a zi la gatit. Oops!”-ne povesteste, amuzata, Diana Rogo Draga de ea. Am ras bine.

Singurul aspect care reusea sa ma incalzeasca in dimineata de dupa era aburul cald al mocanitei. Faimoasa Mocanita este pregatita sa ne plimbe in locuri spectaculoase. Am urcat obosite, dar curioase si am pornit alaturi de toti bloggerii la drum.

M-a captat panroama. Era un paradis salbatic imbracat in toamna, intr-o toamna generoasa. Pete de culori imprastiate cat vezi cu ochii; palcuri de copaci ard in nuante de rosu acompaniate ne note verzi si galben-aramiu.”Unde sa ma uit?” Peisajul pur si simplu iti taie rasuflarea. Lumea nu mai contenea sa se mire si sa faca poze. Dealurile verzi, aburul alb al trenului si casutele traditionale ascunse de palcuri de copaci…un peisaj complet, l-as numi eu. Natura chiar si-a facut bine treaba.

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Am uitat pana si de norul gros de fum care se plimba prin vagon. Aproape ca nici nu ma mai deranja. Aproape…

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Statia Paltin. Asa se numea popasul unde aveam sa stationam pentru ceva timp si sa luam pranzul.

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Un drum de aproape 4 ore cu popas de o ora si jumatate, pe un traseu de 40 de kilometri dus intors care isi merita tot timpul acordat. Cu toate ca afara era o jungla salbatica in plina desfasurare, asteptand sa fie pozata si admirata, drumul inapoi cu mocanita m-a facut sa realizez, cu precadere ca am avut parte de vreo 8-9 ore de somn adunate in ultimele 2 nopti. N-aveai nicio sansa de acces la internet in acea zona, toata lumea era pregatita cu pozele gata de a fi postate pe instagram; iar Alina n-a ezitat sa surprinda acest moment intr-un scurt video. “Nu ma mai certa, te rog.”

Somnul ar fi fost dulce, insa mai dulce a fost satisfactia de la sfarsitul zilei, cand am terminat de tras cadrele impreuna cu Alina pentru IIANA. Se pare ca suntem mult mai eficiente si capabile  atat impreuna, cat si separat in momentele in care ne preseaza timpul. Adevarul e ca am plecat ultimele de la Carpatia Express, insa satisfacute de gandul ca am reusit sa realizam ce ne-am propus; ceva mai diferit; in ideea in care ni s-a sugerat sa realizam poze pentru promovarea capelor.

 Toata excursia asta mi-a lasat un sentiment dragut, cald si nostalgic in acelasi timp. M-a ajutat sa rememorez drumetiile si excursiile facute impreuna cu colegii din liceu. Insa spre deosebire de acele excursii, acesta a fost in sfarsit locul unde nu ma mai simteam presata sa ma grabesc cu pozele, ca se ne deplasam spre urmatorul punct. 

Acestea fiind spuse, va doresc un “Happy Halloween”, cel putin la fel de dragut ca si cel de care am avut parte eu cu Alina aseara!

 

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“We’re in Maramures!” I happily exclaimed to myself. “And you’re late” Reality hits. I get up, quickly brush my teeth above the tiny sink that was hidden in a cupboard, I apply my foundation, blush and rimmel, which leaves me exactly two minutes to fix my hair. I have to put in my Divisima extentions, you don’t wanna know what my hair looked like that morning. We then head to the restaurant carriage, where 100 smiling faces where already waiting for us. Ok, they were only 14. Fourteen smiles belonging to the fashion bloggers in Maramures, or still in the train, actually. The breakfast we had in the Carpatia Express train was arranged as a Swedish buffet, Maramures style, with german cuisine. I’m kidding! It was really nice. What I needed more than anything though, was water. You know what it’s like when you have a long night filled with nice people and never ending girl talk, during which the wine glass seems to be glued to your lips. I bet you do. You also know what it’s like when you go to sleep at 3 or 4 a.m and you wake up after only four hours of sleep (because of other’s alarms). It was as if a lightning stroke me and then I woke up. My first instinct was to look for water beside the bed, but it was not there. There was no bottle, nor bedside, I was sleeping above Alina, in a bunk bed. To make it more clear, let me start with the beginning!

Laura Maxim! She’s the owner of www.fashionhypnotised.com the person I should thank for inviting me at the event. Which event? I think you already know: #fashionbloggersinmaramures. It took place on the third of October at Gold Plaza mall in Baia Mare.

Me and Alina took off from Cluj at around five. Late, but determined. The three hours went by quickly, even though we only had three songs we could listen to and we did it on repeat. We got there at eight, but the event was delayed an hour too, so we were lucky.

As we got there, we whispered hellos and took our seats. I looked at my palms and they were shiny. My hands always get sweaty when I’m nervous. I sit down patiently and listen to the speeches, a little nervous about the fact that I’m next.

“I can’t talk in public!” I confess to my bestie, Alina,

“Yes you can. Everybody’s doing it, Carmen, how could you not?”

Alina just finished presenting herself and she starts taking big steps in my direction. She is handing me the microphone and I take it. I’m starting to be a little more confident and I smile and greet the crowd. I start presenting myself, but a voice interrupts me.

“You can sit down, you’re obviously nervous. I’ll talk” she says.

I sit and turn my gaze upon the projected image. I’m curious about her story. Would it be more interesting than mine?

“It’s over”, I said to myself. It’s over and I got away without having to talk much. Even though I was happy about it, I know soon I won’t be able to “cheat” anymore.

At the end of the event we met some really nice readers from Baia Mare who were waiting for us quite impatiently to take photos. The people from Quick Mobile were also waiting for us with a present of our choice. Mine was the external #whitediamonds battery.

We had a romantic dinner at a restaurant called Lumiere, with Gabriela Atanasov from Sweet Paprika, Alina and Alinka. It was delicious, but I didn’t take pictures. There was no wifi in the room we were in and a blogger without instagram…is not a blogger!

The road to Hotel Romanita****, where we spent the night, was full of adventures: from random stops to broken alcohol bottles in the car (nobody knows how). It was chaotic, but we had fun. We bought some McNuggets and a McChicken before finally arriving at the hotel. We were the last ones, again. We got in and the hotel was different from what I imagined. The name made me expect it to be decorated in a traditional Romanian style, but in fact it was really classy and fancy. The good taste in which it was decorated really caught my eye. Congrats! The hotel was really silent. “It’s 3 a.m. and tomorrow we have to be up by 8. Ha” But it didn’t really matter, we starting talking again about everything and nothing, shared opinions and jokes until we finally realized it got 6 a.m. “Is there any point in going to sleep now?” We asked ourselves, amused yet stressed out since a long day was waiting for us.

“Now I ain’t sayin’ she a gold digger, but she ain’t messin’ with no broke niggas”- Alina’s alarm wakes us up. Good morning to you too, Kanye West.

“Breakfast is on the table, please hurry up”, says a voice from the other end of the speaker. It was the reception and we weren’t even properly awake. We jump out of bed, pull on the outfits we had prepared the previous night and hurry to the elevator.

When we got in, everyone was already savoring their breakfast: an omelet. Personally, sometimes I feel the need to eat something sweet, even if most of the time that sweet thing represents a whole meal. I was craving jam, honey, nutella, anything. I couldn’t find any, but luckily Alex Don (Madalina Merca’s boyfriend, The Indie Chase) gave me some jam. I don’t know where he got it from, but he did.

I couldn’t help but notice how in the left of the room, the clothes from IIANA were waiting impatiently for us. We were supposed to shoot photos in them, but me and Alina made a video.

We head onto Maramures, after some much needed stops at Alinka. I don’t think there is any chance to stop me and Alina when we start our girl talk. We talked, talked talked and… got lost. With the help of Laura Maxim and a few kind locals, we finally got where everyone else was waiting for us: in Maramures. Because we`re #fashionbloggersinmaramures.

The Hotel-train, Carpathia Express was waiting for us. I relaxed, enjoying a candle lit dinner: chicken pineapple risotto.

Our never ending stories could not unfold without some wine glasses, sipped in a more than comfy atmosphere. One story amused me more than the others: “When I went to Berlin I took 45 pairs of lingerie with me, but eventually I ran out of clean ones. We didn’t have a washing machine and I didn’t know how else to wash them. I watched tutorials online until I came to the conclusion that the best way was to boil them. The one thing I forgot was to tell my room mate not to use that pot the next day. Oops!” related Diana Rogo. We had a good laugh.

The only thing that could warm me up the morning after was the train’s warm steam. The famous mountain train was ready to take us wonderful places. We got on feeling tired, but also curious and joined the other bloggers on the adventure.

The view fascinated me. It was a autumn colored wild paradise. There were colors everywhere. Some trees were burning red, surrounded by golden ones, with an occasional pop of green. “Where am I supposed to look?” The view was simply breathtaking. Everyone was gasping in delight and taking pictures. Three green hills, the train’s steam and the traditional houses created what I could call a complete scenery. Nature really did its job well around here. I even forgot about the thick smoke that filled the train. It almost didn’t bother me anymore. Almost. The Paltin station, that was the name of our stop. It was a four hour long trip with a one hour and a half break. Even though it took so long, the trip was actually only 40 kilometers, but it was well worth it. Even though the beautiful landscape was still unfolding, ready to be immortalized, I realized I only had about eight or nine hours of sleep in the last two days. There was no chance of getting any reception in that area, yet everyone was ready to post on instagram. Alina grasped that moment in a short video. “Stop scolding me, please.”

Some sleep would’ve been nice, but the satisfaction I felt after we finished filming was much nicer. It seems that we are a lot more efficient both together and separated when we are under the pressure of a deadline. Truth is we were the last to leave the Carpathia Express, but satisfied by the fact that we managed to do something different (we were supposed to take pictures of the IIANA capes in order to promote them).

After this whole trip I feel nice, kind of warm and nostalgic. It helped me remember the trips we made and the places we visited as high school students. As opposed to those, this time nobody was pressuring me to hurry when I tried to take pictures.

All said and done, I wish you all a “Happy Halloween”! I hope it was at least as nice as the one me and Alina had last night.

 

Details:  IIANA- shop here

 Romanita Hotel- site here

 Carpatia Express- site here

Lumiere Restaurant-site here

Mocanita- site here

Photo Credits: Coman Dragos

 Silvia Postolatiev (www.rockandroses.ro)

Daniel Andreica