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I’m not afraid of shady  fogs,

Solely about me and my evil thoughts.

I’m not afraid one day I’ll lose my desire

Only that my dreams will wither like a flower.

I’m not afraid of death as much as of life,

With the burden of sin, carried around.

I’m not afraid of what is to be feared,

Just that my luck would become real.

I’m not afraid that hate will conquer my core,

Only that my love will destroy the world.



Maple syrup festival

In march break we vent to the Maple syrup festival at Bronte Creek Park. We like it and because it’s a tradition for us I would like to share my small experience about how maple syrup is made. Maple syrup is made from the sap of the maple tree, which has to be at least 40 years old to be collected. A maple tree must be 25 cm wide at chest level for the sap to be collected. Depending of the thickness of the maple tree it can have inserted up to 3 spidel.


After that we can drill  about 6 cm deep hole then we will insert a metal spidel and a bucket is hung from the hook of this spile to catch the maple sap.

Aboriginal people were the first to discover how to turn the sap into the syrup. They poured the sap into a large hollow log and they threw heated rocks into the log to boil the sap . After 24 hours they obtain the syrup or sugar.

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The early settlers reduce the process duration to 12 hours by using the 3 kettle method. This method involves hanging tree different sized iron kettles over a large fire. The sap was poured into the largest kettle and boiled until some of  the water evaporate then the liquid was move into the medium kettle and the heat was reduced to prevent burning. To finish the syrup they used the smallest kettle to remove the water at the reduce heat to avoid burning .


Over the years people improve the process and the duration was reduced to 6-8 hours.


So much work for a sweet delicacies.



Trip to Romania I

After a nice and long vacation I am back on the blog. I apologize to all my friends that I did not read their blogs for a long time and I will try to catch up with your posts.

This summer , after ten years, we decided to visit our native country Romania. I love it and I am posting some pictures from our trip.




Spelling ego

For me English is my second language and when I came to Canada I promise myself to preserve my cultural and moral values. Everything was very good except for one small word that I am using in my language very often. Spelling is different but the pronunciation is the same. We don’t use this English word in our house.

I did not realize the big implication in our life until next week when my daughter came home with spelling test from school. She is in grade 2 and every week she is learning to spell 10 new words. At the end of the week she has a test from them and also they can make their words with a suffix given by the teacher.

She is excellent in spelling but this week I had a big surprise when I read last word on the test. Not only that was a bad word (spelled correctly) but the teacher gave her a good mark for that word. This word was made by my daughter as a result of her interpretation of a Romanian word. The suffix was “uck” so my daughter wrote” fuck” because of the Romanian word “fac”. This Romanian word “fac” means I do in English and we pronounce it like ”fuck” in English.

She found out from another student that is a bad word because her teacher said nothing to her . We try to explain her why she done it and it’s not her fault. It’s only my Romanian ego that made my daughter to feel embarrass in front of her teacher. I apologize to her and now I must have a talk with her teacher and explain everything.

Do we really need so many languages in the world? It is my ego or we have a Crazy world!!!

Christmas joy.

I love the Christmas season and for me it is really the season to be jolly. We all celebrate birthdays but this season we celebrate the birthday of our Savior Jesus Christ so then it is proper for us to do it with great pleasure and happiness in our souls. The birth of any child is great joy for the parents and the birth of the one who sacrificed himself for our sins is a blessing for Christians.

We are all different and we all have different family values and what I like most is that we are trying to translate these values into family traditions. When I was a kid we always celebrate the Christmas at my grandparents and I remember the preparations that we were doing before Christmas. While we were helping to prepare the traditional Christmas treats our grandparents were singing carols about Jesus Crist. On Christmas Eve ,after we get dressed in a traditional costume, we were going to sing carols to our relatives, friends or our neighbor’s houses. Now these recollections appear as magical moments that I’d like to create ,and I do, for my daughter.

I know that today Christmas is no longer what was once. I know that today during Christmas we speak most of Santa Claus than Jesus Crist. I know that today children are more captivated by Santa than Jesus. But it’s up to us to educate our children about both and most of it to separate one of another. We read stories to our children about Jesus kindness and love, and we benefit Santa to make our children to share Jesus love for human kind.

More and more people are saying that Santa Claus was created to boost Christmas sales. But who doesn’t like to get a present? Deep inside we are children so don’t deny something that is not true, just enjoyed. Santa Claus is for all the children in the world no matter of religion or race. All the religions in the world are embracing the kindness, the love and the sharing that Santa Claus is spreading.

I want to finish this post with greetings for all my friends and all my enemies in the world. Greetings for all who believe or have disbelief in Christmas or in Santa Claus  


Happy Halloween !

I have never celebrated Halloween in my childhood. I can’t put the blame on my parents except on the communist society in which we lived then. Even communism has not been able to change people’s faith in religion. And that’s why  at the beginning of November we commemorate the deceased people.  I mean in a night determined by the church we were going to the cemetery where we light candles and place them on tomb of our beloved ones. It was an unforgettable evening where the cemetery is converted into oases of light, thanks to hundreds of lighted candles in the memory of those in eternity.


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What remains after humans are only candles which burn in the night to bring the light into the darkness. It is an amazing imagine. In that evening, around the graves, we were listening to beautiful stories about our grandparent parents, which for me were fascinating. They were beautiful stories about the deceased. I remember that while I was listening to the stories I was watching their tombstone and I was trying to I imagine their face and likeness. But the most important for a child were cakes and cookies that people give them like alms for the loved one. It was the favorite cake or cookie of the deceased one, another way to find out more about them.

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These traditions have created unforgettable memories and it is what I want to do, beginning new traditions while we integrate it into the Canadian society. Just to be clear I am not and I will never be into the horror crap. I think that the horror crap in an invention of the sick and bored part of the human brain. I am trying to perceive the good roles of Halloween. One of them and the most important for me are spending time with my family using the artistic part it. Garnishing the house inside outside with Halloween decorations and carving pumpkin together with my daughter are most significant parts of the Halloween for me.  Then is the part of giving candy to the kid that I am seeing like alms for the loved one.

I have some pictures that I want to share with you.

Happy and safe  Halloween!

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