It was a rainy Saturday afternoon in Brasov. Benjamin, Tommy and I went into square with the intention to buy wood for an afternoon barbecue (wood was a bus ride away), but ended up just eating our way through the city.
We sat together, enjoying our “fast food” sandwiches when we saw the neon sign blinking in a window above our heads: “Legal Weed.”
We looked at each other.
We needed to investigate further.
The three of us went upstairs to the “spice shop” to ask questions.
No, weed was not legal. BUT, this … spice concoction … this was legal.
We looked at each other again.
“Should we try it?” I asked.
“It is 50 lei,” the clerk informed us.
Again, an exchange of looks.
Really? Were we going to do this?