Club Insieme Grand Resort
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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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... by the late Nikolai Ceauscu. A magnificent structure above ground that is equally amazing underground with its massive parking and secret tunnels that lead to other major buildings; and, as rumor has it, all the way back to the airport in case an unplanned escape was needed. We check into the Marriott, drop our bags off, and walk back to the city (downhill this time) to catch a free walking tour. ...
... town rising the 176 steps to the "Church on the Hill". Cobbled streets, old houses with lots of quirky features made this walk so wonderful.
The views from the top of the hill were lovely. Next to the town sqaure, we found the house Dracula was supposed to have been born in.
It was a bus Sunday morning. Many were going to church. Some were even getting married. As Yan put it, ...
Build an electric bike your own self is a fairly simple task provided that you keep to the proper assembly steps, and do a passable job of checking company's parts you make use of. And of course, there's that final touch that just you could give it: flames, a custom paint, ...
... a lovely English couple on the tour so it was great to have a chat with them and hear a few tips for up coming travels. We treated ourselves to chocolate eclairs from the bakery (since they were only about $1 each!) and had afternoon tea in the glorious sunshine in the park. We watched a protest go by along with various other people, taking in their culture. When we got back to the hostel, our bags had been moved to our new room that was the right ...
I saw this picture on facebook :) and felt once again misty, longing for the autumn I knew from home, back in Romania.
Misty November made me always feel insecure as a kid, biting my fingers with its frost in the morning. Same frost that made me look at the silver forest in awe. Same November that then confused the hell out of me at lunchtime when the Sun would melt the silver into mud.
I could never quite ...