Beg your pardon? (English, please)

We claimed our bags and attempted to make our way through customs. Lucky for us, there were no customs agents on duty for the non-E.U. passengers so were able to walk right out the door (much like I am assuming will happen when we fly back through Hartsfield-Jackson on the way home).


We grabbed a cab and spent the next 20 minutes trying to understand what on earth the driver was saying. We believe he warned us about guarding our purses against a recent rash of robberies by young Romanian children. His suggestion was (we think) to carry our cash in our pockets for safety and ease of spending.



He also seemed a little concerned that we were going to attempt the whole driving thing, so he proceeded to explain the rules of the road. Frankly it was all a little terrifying so we decided to turn our attention so some of the more interesting billboards on the road:

It was a quick cab ride through the city and were at the Jurys Inn before we knew it!