I happened to already be in the city when the cute-but-tooold-for me guy called me that I had a package. I seriously had no idea who it was from. So the next day I went from my tutor's home in the city, took the maxi taxi's across town, and then walk carrying the still closed package home cause I didn't have to open it at the post station, so the anticipation made the opening of it more exciting.
That person made my week! =) I had a huge grin on my face coming back from the post office =) and my tutor was worried that I got lost on my way back from the post office, but she was glad to see my alive and happy with my package.
She has a son who's adorable and his name means Darling or Dear in Romanian. He helped me open the package of course.
I loooooooooove all the items in that package and I am lucky! To have such wonderful friends and family at home in the US!! Not that material objects mean love....but hopefully you all know what I mean.
Thanks cousin!!!!!
*giant cousin hug that goes way back*
p.s. Did you know that Chinese don't hug? I didn't think much of it until I went to college where we all hugged and Romanians all kiss.