I’m not really a fan of Valentine’s Day. Not even of Dragobete—our very own Romanian love celebration, kind of like Valentine’s Day with a sheepskin coat and some folklore sprinkled on top.

To be honest, I completely forgot about both last year. Facebook, that little memory snitch, reminded me this morning what I was doing exactly one year ago: flying to Birmingham. As it turns out, it was Dragobete! “Dragobete kisses girls,” they say. Yeah, well… Dragobete clearly skipped gate B12 at the airport. Read more