Good afternoon, vampires and gymnasts, and welcome to Romania! Today the beans have the pleasure to drop into the town of Timisoara, about 250 miles West of Bucharest. Timisoara has a population of about 330,000, while Romania has a national population of about 22,300,000 humans (and an untold number of undead). But we'll leave Vlad the Impaler and his pals alone for now - it's for the best, really. Instead, here the beans and Ambassador David stand in front of the Timisoara Orthodox Metropolitan Cathedral, which was founded by King Michael of Romania. Impressive, no? Of course, on the nearby corner you can see the results that Western influence on this town - which only proves you can't escape the McClown, no matter how hard you try...

Anyway, the hotspot of Romania in 1989 was right here in Timisoara, when it was the epicenter for the Romanian revolution. It was there at the Biserica Reformata Tokes that Father Laszlo Tokes preached a sermon that inspired the citizens of Romania to overthrow Romanian dictator Nicolae Ceausescu. (Must've been some speech, huh?) The beans tried giving an impassioned speech once, but it eventually turned into name calling and chair throwing, and before you know it, Geraldo's nose was busted up... But maybe they'll try again one day.

Next up, the beans stop to pose with their new friend Draco, who was kind enough to pose with them in front of his new home. Draco is a local farmer, so you can only guess what new crop our frijoles were lobbying for future planting... (And no - it's nothing illegal. We're talking about beans, silly. Sheesh.)

Finally, our well traveled veggies and BATW Ambassador David visit the town of Drobeta-Turnu Severin, where (believe it or not) they check out the town's water tower. Ornate, ain't it? The beans thought this certainly topped any ordinary water tower they'd ever seen before, and it's even twice as nice that it doesn't have spray-painted insults all over it. Anyway, the beans had a swell time in Romania, although they never did make it to its most renown city, Transylvania. Perhaps next time. (The beans were tempted to drop into Transylvania for a "bite", but were worried that they may not make it back. Next time I'll have to suggest that they carry a wooden stake along with their label.)