Treated like Royalty

Lunch: They, the mayor and his wife, asked where my lunch was and I said since I was stuck in Galati I didn't have time to make one, but I'd bring one tomorrow.
The wife whips out a table cloth, female coworkers clear off a desk in front of a computer, mayor's wife dishes out 3 pieces of grilled chicken onto a porcelain plate that came out from somewhere, Leno cuts me fresh bread, Nina from another office comes out with a plate of salt, the mayor's wife washes and cuts radishes, a fork and a knife is set before me with a folded napkin and a moistened hand towel, there is another knife for cutting more bread off the loaf, and the mayor's wife gives me 4 finger deserts that she just got as a gift from a bakery. It was great team work right there and it took maybe 6 minutes to put together, and inside I was giggling cause it was a little ridiculous, in the kindest way possible.
I felt like a pampered princess...I am not a princess, I understand I am a guest, but are all guest treated like this?
BATHROOM:
Here I experience those stereotype Peace Corps moments you see in pictures, and you can all imagine:
I wanted to use the restroom at the Primaria for the first time, I knew it was a hole in the ground type, but I had to go. I asked someone where it was, and I was handed a roll of paper and escorted around the building to the outhouse.
A group of kids ...I guess were I don't know why they were there, but the were just outside the mayor's office and they saw us and they surrounded me and asked me questions.
I needed to use the restroom and there's 3 stalls facing the open, and no small corner wall or curtains.
There were about 20 kids that were just surrounding me....so I told my escort: her name is Mihaela and she works at the librarian at the Primaria, that I didn't want to go anymore.
It was cute, but yeah...I just had to hold it in until I got home.