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... of winters in this place.
Joe, Charlotte and we went for dinner to a Chinese restaurant near our hotel, and the food all that great. We had to pack up tonight, our third night at the Aro Palace. We don't need to leave until 10:30am tomorrow, which feels SO late compared to all our early mornings. It will be a simple day tomorrow - just getting back to Bucharest to prepare for our long trip back to the United States.
45.6466° N, 25.5916° E
... some say they are Bulgarians and some say they are Romanians. Otherwise they have nothing in common and nothing to do with Romanians. They have no religion. They will be baptists if the baptists come and give everyone a bike. They are opportunists - don't have the same language , and speak Romanian only when necessary. They speak a dialect of Indian language.
When a Roma mother has a baby she is excused from work for two years. The company has ...
... times were indeed upon them. Vlad was a member of the Order of the Dragon which in Transylvanian translates as Dracul. Vlad Dracul, the Impaler has now passed into legend and myth. he'd been all but forgotten until an Irish writer in the 19th century sat down to compose a yarn about the legends and the dark tales from this part of the world. Using his travels in Romania as inspiration, he created Count Dracula, One of the foremost villains in modern ...
... Brasov. This was supposedly a place where dear Vlad the Impaler, aka Dracula, killed hundreds of people by impaling them. The people would have had a nice view of the city if they had been alive.
The trail to the top was snowy, slippery and actually quite scary. I had on three pairs of socks and a small garbage bag on each foot to keep my toes warm. My trusty sneakers tried their best to keep me up right for most of the climb. John found a nice walking ...
... It would have been fine except he wouldn't stop doing it. With every snore, he would shake his head and look at me with a smile. I eventually turned my back on him and slept facing the wall.
The next morning I went to the bathroom, only to find it had been desecrated. Not only was there a condom in the bidet (yes, for some reason the bathroom had a bidet), but there was a used tampon on top of the soap in the bathroom sink. I decided to use another bathroom. Word around ...