Concordia Tirgu Mures

... was 25minutes late, so i feared i would miss my night train from Vienna to Sighisoara. Luckily we had many stops on the way to Vienna, so the delay was easily brought back to just five minutes... So i finally got in Vienna around 8:00 PM. I had 15 mins to get on the train to Sighisoara so i made a quick peak through the station and got some kebab from a very funny Turkish guy just down the escalator, at the right. When i got on the train to Sighisoara i noticed the comfort ...

... Europe. We were the only cabin left with two people in it. I'm sure all the people took one look at us; Karla with her book, me on my laptop listening to my iPod, and decided against asking us to courier coolers across borders. Our curiosity getting the best of us, Karla "went to the bathroom" to see what was going on. Mysteriously, none of the cabins next to ours had any bags or igloo coolers in them. That's strange, we saw about two-dozen of them go through the window. She ...

... Church, aptly named the Church on the Hill. Going into a Lutheran Church after so many Catholic and Orthodox ones was welcome. A quick shout out to our Tuesday morning Bible study group back in Riverton! (C) I have a few thoughts - they mostly involve delicious freshmade doughnuts covered in blackberry jam and sour yoghurt and called Papanasi. Albeit served on the dessert ...

... riding in horse-pulled carts, many Romanian's only form of transportation, though this is rapidly changing. A few months ago Romania banned horse-pulled carts from major roads in an effort to curb traffic accidents (the official reason) and to try to modernize the country now that they are part of the EU (an unofficial reason). I've read a number of newspaper and travel blog articles recently about the changes Romania is encountering because of it's ...

... wooden beams, and do our best to avoid placing our hands in pigeon excrement, finally reaching the top and some beautiful views. I have never been up a bell tower quite like that before. Back on the ground, I ask Paul to take my picture with the caretaker and find the old man's arm suddenly vice-like around my waist. We smile, but the smell is something awful! The five of us have been so efficient in our sight-seeing that there is time to ...

... people and materials. We were surprised to discover that the road we were driving on was the only access road to this village. We were greeted by lots of animals and quite a lovely colored picturesque Saxon village...nicely maintained houses, one after the other. The ladies of the village got together and decided to create the "Sock Project" in order to provide income to the village and allow people to stay in the village and make a living. They had knit ...

... sure that I had it at Brāndusa's flat, because I have a faint memory of carrying it down to the computer for reference at one point. I know that one night I ended up leaving my camera, SD card reader and hard drive down there, and I could have left the journal as well. Yet neither Giacomo nor Anca have any recollection of it. The last possibility I can think of is that it might have somehow fallen out of my bag during the daytrip to Tārgoviste. I remember opening my bag ...

... that all the other tourist groups in the hotel have already stampeded through and gone their way. A few of my guys are still there, and I am able to be cordial once the strong coffee hits my system. At 10:00am we commence our walking tour of the old city of Sibiu. There are three levels of fortifications one walks through to enter the heart of the city, including a large ditch that was dug and intended for flooding in case of attack. The main square is buzzing with workers, as the city ...

... and market. All were very nice, as per usual. The next day we rose early to catch a bus to the castle at Bran, a long time residence of the Romanian royal family before the Iron Curtain fell upon the land. It was known popularly as Dracula's castle, although Vlad Dracul probably hadn't spent more than a day or two as a visitor at the location, if at all. Nevertheless, this palatial estate, high in the Carpathians, is the most visited place in the country ...

so i went...having no idea where i was heading...the first morning beams seemed to announce a cloudy day ...still arround 12 when i got there...my host and future friend was already waiting for me....we had a nice walk...visited the main part of the old town...indeed lonely as i imagined...we passed a wooden bridge where i was charmed by the sound of a lonely sad quitar .....the sounds of my soul...sad in that day was ...