Hotel Rivulus Baia Mare
str. Culturii, nr. 3 Baia Mare, Maramures County, 430316, Romania
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Why I love Romania…Explained
... God Parents to Bo’s sister Adina’s first son Dragos. He is beautiful…which I know everyone says and yes I may be a little biased but he rarely cries, sleeps most of the day and seems fascinated when he sees himself in the mirror. Becoming a God Mother is obviously something I have never done. It was explained to me that it is my responsibility to guide Dragos spiritually throughout life, and that heaven forbid something should happen to his parents it ...
Breb...or is that Brigadoon...
... cool as I finally started up the hill to head on my return journey. As I walked, the old man who had talked to me in the lane, gestured for me to come into the field where he was working. I headed across the field. I chatted, if you can call it that, and took his photo. He wrote down his address painstakingly; I assume for me to write him a letter. Then he gave me a hug and I left.
I was on the main road for about ...
Triumph and Forgiveness in Barsana...
... of grapes from his garden. I wasn't going to go hungry on my adventures. He kept an eye on me as I munched my grapes, and occasionally waved at him. After only about 10 minutes a car pulled up and asked the inevitable "Sighet?". The car was full and the harrowing trip back to Sighet started.
After a shower and a glass of wine, I was ready for sleep. I had to get up early in the morning for my impromptu trip to Breb...followed by my train trip to ...
The Merry Cemetery - Sapanta
... was on a special stand. A man was ringing the bell, and continued to ring it for at least 15 minutes. In both Budapest and Romania, you hear the church bells several times a day, just like in days of old. In Canada, I only ever hear them on Sunday, unless perhaps for a special occasion, such as a wedding.
I went in to the church and almost cried. The inside was covered in some of the most beautiful paintings I have ever seen, but ...
Train to Romania - Part Two
... exactly where we were. He took me to the information booth (still no English) where it took three of us, and a mix of Romanian, French and Spanish to finally find out which bus I needed.
I went to get on the bus and got the shock of my lifetime. As I was climbing the bus stairs, the old guy who had just helped me smacked me (******** the butt! I didn't know what to do! I had never had anyone ever do that before. He just stood there grinning ...



