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7/1/2016 Bihor, Romania (Day#10)

Day 10. It was our last day on the farm with Alex’s family. We spent the night at Alex’s cousins house and Alex was going to drive us back to the little town of Stei. We made our last visit to the farm and said our goodbyes to Alex’s Aunt and Uncle. It was emotional and I did cry a little. Even though I had only spent a few days with these people, they were the most giving, kind people I have ever met. We arrived in Stei around the early afternoon and we said our sad goodbyes to Alex. He too cried a little as Alex and him were very close growing up. So it was sad. We promised to visit more often (when we could) and always welcomed them into our home (whenever they wanted to visit).

Alex drove away down the half-paved road and we went back inside Uncle Traian’s house. Who would’ve thought but he already had a bunch of food cooking…

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…and I was excited. The meat is fresh. Like I’ve stated many times before, the meat is fresh. It comes straight from the animal to our plates. There is no heavy processing, there are no chemicals, no MSG’s, hormones, nothing. Just meat. And it tastes amazing. It’s like nothing you’ll ever experience in America. I envisioned even the best restaurants I’ve ever eaten at and tried to compare but there is no comparison. This food is pure. After eating very well for 10 days I really could feel my body adjusting and I felt really good. I felt like I had a lot of energy and I wasn’t getting those 2pm mid-day crashes and wanted to take a nap. It just wasn’t happening.

We feasted to say the least. We ate so good, and left overs are turned into another meal for the next day. And it all still tasted so fresh. It was awesome.

Stei is a wonderful, tight-knit community, and it was so fun to stay there. There’s a main route through the town so all throughout the day there are lots of big trucks barreling through, and the noise can get quite bothersome. But after a while you get used to it. The house we stayed in was old and full of culture. It was fun to just hangout outside, drink coffee and eat good food. I’ll miss this place, for sure.

Tomorrow we would be heading to Oradea to get on the train to head back to Bucharest. It was scheduled to be a 12 hour train ride and we decided to ride the train at night so we could sleep during travel and not lose a day just riding a train. I think the day train would’ve taken closer to 18 hours because of all the stops it would make. I’ve never been on a European cross-country train before so this would be an adventure in itself. Alex told me that we have to be extra cautious on the trains at night because some times thieves and gypsies will board the train and pay off the train guards and try to steal people’s stuff. Alex and I weren’t easy targets, though. So all this was just precautions I was prepared to take, anyway.

Tomorrow would be our final day in Stei, so we got to bed early so we could enjoy our last few hours during sunrise the next day and head to the train station. What an amazing trip it’s been so far.

 

 

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6/30/2016 Bihor, Romania (Day #9)

Bihor, Romania. We spent the majority of the day lounging around and walking around the town. I wish that there was more to report about this day but it was just a day to kick back and relax. We had been traveling so much, it was mostly just sitting around.

Towards the end of the day we headed up to where the cows graze and start walking home on their own. It’s a real thing. The cows literally walk home on their own. We camped out on the mountain for a while and took amazing pictures while we soaked in the view…

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…and from up here you could literally see for miles.

Romania has been such an adventure. We have seen the country side and the big city of Bucharest. We have been all over this country and have experienced so much culture and hospitality. It’s been so great thus far. We still have a few more days to go before we have to return home, and I’m excited to start planning a new trip for 2017.

 

 

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6/29/2016 Stei, Romania (Day #8)

We were back in Stei, and back on the farm with Uncle Traian and Tusica, (which means “Auntie” in Romanian). The mountain air did us some good as well as the food and company. It was an experience I’ll never forget. Today we were setting out to drive to Oradea to buy our train tickets so we could get on a train back to Bucharest in the up coming days.

We ate some more delicious food and then for desert we had homemade sour cherry brownies. I’m telling you. I’ve never tasted something so wonderful like this before. The sour cherries were growing right in the back yard and they had so many they used them for everything.

Uncle Traian’s dog, Jupiter loved them too:

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Jupiter has kind of a sad story. They found him in a ditch as a puppy and brought him home and nursed him back to good health. I guess it isn’t that sad of a story but just the treatment of dogs in Romanian is kind of sad. Like I’ve stated before, they really aren’t looked at as a member of the family like they are in America. Although, American’s don’t exactly treat their dogs with as much love and respect as they should either. Let’s be fair.

Anyway. We drove to Oradea, (which I failed to take an really good pictures) and bought our train tickets. Initially, Alex and I wanted to take a day train back to Bucharest but we finally decided on riding the train over night. There would be less stops and it would take about 12 hours to get back and we could sleep on the train so we figured we’d actually not lose a day to travel if we did it this way. Brilliant. Little did I know that the trains were a little more dangerous during night time in Romania. Mainly because the Gypsies would target unsuspecting tourists and try to steal your stuff when you left your cabin. Not a big deal. We just wouldn’t leave our cabin.

Uncle Traian and Tusica were absolutely amazing to us on this trip. They took us anywhere without any problems and we ate the best food. It would be hard to leave this place. For the rest of the day Alex and I sat underneath the sour cherry tree in the back yard with Jupiter. The weather had cooled off a little bit which meant rain would be coming. It felt good to just lay their peacefully without a care in the world. Tomorrow we would be heading to Bihor, Romanian to visit some of Alex’s cousins again, and say our goodbyes. It would be an emotional day for everyone but that’s how it goes some times.

 

 

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6/28/2016 Beius, Romania (Day #7)

Yesterday we came up to the mountains for some good food and family time and it was amazing. Breakfast in Romania is pretty simple: fresh tomatoes, bread, sausage and coffee. The coffee here is very strong so one cup is really all you need. Before work in America, I usually drink a whole pot and one more cup after I get to work and I still felt like I was dragging. Things just aren’t the same. The coffee is so strong that they don’t really even fill the cup all the way full. It’s filled like, 3/4th of the way full and that leaves room for plenty of fresh cream and real sugar. None of that Aspartame crap.

Peter came over about mid-afternoon and Tavi, him and myself snuck away from the cabin to play a drinking game. At this point I had already had a couple half shots of Palinca and Tavi had been drinking wine all afternoon. So when we started playing this drinking game, things became hazy real fast and I had a great time. The game was really fun, too. So it goes something like this: there’s this huge round log that sits on the ground. Then a box of nails are passed around and everyone takes one. Then you hammer the nail into the log ever so slightly so it stays upright. Then the hammer is passed around. You get one shot to hit the nail into the log all the way in. You place the hammer head next to the log then take one shot. If you miss, you pass it to the next guy. Whoever is the last guy to still have his nail in the log has to buy everyone’s drinks. Peter told me that he would play this game in America and since American’s can be so cocky and arrogant, everyone thought it would be an easy challenge. Not so much. Tavi and Peter beat me every time. And we drank more beers, and Tavi drank more wine. I think by the end we could barely stand up. I’m kidding. We didn’t drink that much.

The beer in Romania is a lot better than in America. I never liked Heineken beer. It always had this sour taste to me. When Peter bought me some I was hesitant because it never tasted good to me. The Heineken beer that we drank was produced in Bucharest and the water they used was well water which was 600 meters below the ground. So you could imagine how fresh and clean it was. And that made all the difference in the world of how a beer should taste. It was crisp and carried a little bite to it. When Tavi told me this I was astounded at how fresh everything was in Romania. Even the beer, and who cares about beer! Well, Romanian’s do, obviously. I shutter at the fact that I know people who love Coors light or Budweiser. It’s sad that those people have never tasted an actual good beer in their lives. But I digress.

Anyway. Here’s a picture of Peter and I…

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…after we got done playing the drinking game. The picture is horrible but it’s all we could manage at the time for obvious reasons. We hung out at Peter and his wife’s villa for a while longer and Peter jumped in this old car that was parked behind the building. He kept telling Tavi and I that it would start and based on the condition of it I had my doubts. But he got it started. It was the funniest thing in the world.

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That thing looked totally beat up, no windows, cob webs and dead leaves filled every nook and cranny on that thing and yet it still started and ran like a champion. Unbelievable. We headed inside the villa and said hi to Peter’s wife and then grabbed some old style Romanian artifacts:

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Peter and I marched back to the cabin from the villa (which wasn’t that far) and Peter had this cow horn he was blowing. It was absolutely hilarious. I had the stick and he dubbed me the “Mayor” of the small town we were in. And get this: this town we were in didn’t even have a name or a zipcode. It wasn’t even on the map. People just found some land and started building cabins. Alina told us that over the years more and more cabins have been popping up. It used to be so secluded with only a few people. Now it has a small population. And now the long awaited vide of Peter and I marching back to the cabin…

…you can see Tavi working on dinner while playing traditional Romanian music and, of course Peter had to do a little dance. This is the result of good food, great atmosphere, some Palinca and fresh, home grown wine. I wished that we had brought some sour cherry Palinca from Uncle Traian because that stuff is so sweet and tasty.

We finished up yet another fantastic dinner Romanian style and said goodbye to all of our friends. Peter and his wife headed back to the their Villa, George and his family left and that was basically it. Myself and Alex helped Alina pack up the cabin and get things ready to leave while Tavi took a quick nap. Like I said; they work hard and play hard. Fast forward an hour or so and we were on our way out of the mountains when we approached this car with two men trying to clear the roadway. Apparently, a tree had fallen down right as they were driving along. Good thing for Tavi and his infamous chainsaw. The man instantly jumped out of the truck, grabbed the chain saw and made quick work of the fallen tree:

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And we were on our way. I tried to take pictures of the sunset but in a moving vehicle it’s kind of hard to do that. So here’s the best one:

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We got back to Beius, unloaded the truck at Tavi’s parents house and finally hit the rack for the night. The last two days were amazing and we still had about a week left in Romania.

 

 

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6/26/16 Chiscau, Romania (Day #5)

Today was Bear Caves day. I was super-excited about this because I love caves. I love exploring them and learning how they were created and all that fun stuff. This cave was especially unique because it has a pretty awesome story to go with it. “Pestera Ursilor” means Bears’ Cave in Romanian. The cave was named so, as numerous cave bears (Ursus spelaeus) were found in this cave. The cave was visited by these large animals more than 15,000 years ago. But one day, a rock slide closed the entrance while more than 140 bears were still in the cave. Becoming hungry, the bears killed one another until all were dead. Today, this story is told by their remains; tons of bear bones covering the floor of large parts of the cave with the marks of bear teeth. The Bears’ Cave dwells an extraordinary range of stalagmite and stalactite formations varying in size and forms, as well as an impressive amount of Cave Bear fossils. – Ursus Spelaeus – a species which disappeared more than 15,000 years ago. The cave entrance – which is situated at 482 m altitude – is by the tourist pavilion. Bears Cave is 1 km in length. It is disposed on two-overlapped levels: one which is larger, being 488 m in length and fitted out for tourist reasons, and an interior level, temporarily active, being 521 m in length, which is used for scientific reservation.

The cave was undisturbed until 17 September 1975 when the cave was discovered during quarry works. The marble and limestone of this area was mined by the inhabitants of the nearby village of Chiscau. The first person in the cave was quarry worker Curta Traian from Chiscau. And he still lives today. I wanted to get a picture with him but he wasn’t around. When we arrived at the caves, it cost extra (just like at the castles) to take pictures. But Ana’s, (Alex’s wife) father used to work in the area and is good friends with the tour guide. So when it came time to pay to take pictures, he told the cashier that it wasn’t necessary. So I took a lot of pictures.

Here we are about to go inside:

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From left to right: Alex, Soren, me, Alex and Ana.

Just like the Salt Mine that we visited, it was very cold inside. And it was nice to get out of the heat again. Romania was absurdly hot, and I think I’ve mentioned this a few times already. But it felt good to sweat and get some much needed sun.

Here’s the tunnel as we walked in…

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…pretty cool, right?

And here’s all the bear bones they have been talking about:

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We weren’t allowed to go off the platforms and they told us to not touch anything. The tour guide was especially concerned about people touching the stalactite formations because oils on the human skin ruins them and they stop growing. Here’s me with a bunch of stalactite formations in the background…

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…and here’s a picture with a bunch of stalactite formation:

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See the ones at the bottom of the picture that are kind of flat on the top? Those ones have stopped growing because people touched them. I was very curious to know what they felt like and I’m pretty sure I refrained from touching one. I think. If I did touch one, it was one that had already been touched and wasn’t growing. That’s my story. At the end of the bear caves tour, we came upon this:

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This is the remains of one of the bears at the end of the tour. The bear apparently died of starvation and collapsed. Beyond the bear there is more cave to discover. Nearly 600 kilometers of cave that scientists want to explore. The tour guide had a great sense of humor and although everything he said was in Romanian, my fiancée translated the majority of it. Or at least the funny stuff. On our way out, he played a joke on us. He claimed that bats were going to fly over our heads for a few seconds when he turned on the lights. I thought that was going to be awesome but I didn’t want a bat to fly into me so I was a little nervous. When he turned on the lights, everyone jumped but no bats flew out. It was all a gaffe but the kids on the tour all jumped and screamed. It was pretty funny.

Also, make note of the green algae growing on the rocks. This is formed by the air and humidity from the outside air getting inside the cave. When we entered the cave in the beginning there were a set of doors that we had to go through so it kept the outside air out which helps preserve the cave. But at the end, it’s pretty much just a turnstile that we exited from and all the outside air flows in and helps grow the cave algae:

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We left the bear cave and headed deeper into the mountains. This spot…

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…was a favorite of the aforementioned group of people we went into the bear cave with. During the summer months, when it’s super hot (like today) they would jump in the river to cool off. It was like being a kid again but as an adult. The landscape and the things to do around this area was beautiful and endless at the same time. Life seemed to go back to the basics. Playing in the river, walking around town, a simple life with out all the big city lights and big city hustle.

We headed back to the city of Beius to spend the evening with Alex’s other cousins. They lived in these old looking  communist apartments. They seem very rundown and old on the outside, but I assure you. They are very nice and updated on the inside. It was cozy and very peaceful. Here’s a look at some across the way:

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Notice the laundry line at the top of the photo?  A lot of Romanians believe that it is not necessary to have a dryer along with a washer machine. It’s not that people can not afford one. Its the idea of people just don’t feel the need to use that type of resource to dry their clothes. They hang dry everything and let the breeze and sun do the work. It takes a bit more planning and it takes longer to do laundry but it’s very effective. I was used to the idea of just throwing them into the dryer and going to do something else but not here.

We had to be up pretty early tomorrow to head to the mountains again. Alex’s cousins were working over night and they would come home, we’d load up the truck and head out. The next three days were going to be epic.

In Case You Missed It:

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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6/25/16 Magura, Romania (Day #4)

We left Stei for Magura late this morning. Magura is a small farm town way out in the sticks in Romania. These small towns are vibrant with life and have so much hospitality. It’s farmland, though. So the people are out tending to their crops. It was beautiful and hot. Real hot.

The night before I had indulged a little with Uncle Traian. We drank two or three Romania beers apiece and with the combination of that, the strong coffee and the heat, I wasn’t feeling very well. We got to the farm and my stomach was in knots. And the first thing Alex’s family offered us was this delicious cheese bread meal that I was addicted to. Alex’s Mom makes it too, and I never, ever pass it up. I knew that if I ate some, I’d be having some serious issues and Alex had warned me before we came out to Romania that one place we’d be staying didn’t exactly have a modern bathroom. I didn’t care. I wanted to experience Romania and all that it had to offer. Including using a non-modern day bathroom.

After the cheese bread, I felt worse. But so far I felt as though it was worth it. I decided to lay down and drink some water to help lower my core body temperature. But what I really needed to do was use the bathroom. I layed down for an hour or so and it was time to go. You know, Mother Nature and gravity isn’t going to wait. I ventured out to the outhouse and opened the rustic wooden door. There was a long brick hallway that led to another smaller door. The sun was shining in like a beam of hope. Beyond that was the bathroom. I could hear the sounds of the flies. I looked back to where I came from and I was sort of panicked. Could I do this? I had my doubts. I thought back on my tour in Iraq and realized I had used the bathroom is far worse circumstances and made it through that just fine. I approached and saw a spider web with a pretty good sized spider scurrying back behind the toilet paper roll. My stomach lurched. It’s happening. I started to sweat and had to just go for it. There was no turning back now. I loosened my belt buckle and looked to my feet. It was time.

I closed my eyes and dreamt of white unicorns prancing over shiny, bright rainbows. White fluffy kittens danced around and mewed gently as they bounced around on white, cotton candy-like clouds. The air smelled of a strawberry/mango mixture. It was delightful. I dreamt of snow bunnies running around in fluffy snow at the bottom of the mountain. I could feel all my worries and stresses leaving my mind. It was peaceful now.

After I made my way back to the bedroom to lay down for a little while longer, Alex checked on me. I felt better and I sipped on water slowly. She thanked me for being a super-star and putting up with things like the outhouse. It seriously wasn’t an issue for me. I just wished I didn’t have to rush in there like I had to because it is sort of a culture shock. Anyone who enters an area like that would appreciate being able to take their time. My body was not cooperating like that. I got to experience such a thing and I will always remember something like that. I didn’t want to come off as one of those snobby, uptight individuals who was afraid to try new things the “old way” so I toughed it out. I think I made a point to myself to use the outhouse more often then I really needed to. And it was nice to be able to take my time in there and not be rushed by Mother Nature.

I think one thing that really helped me get through the day was this little guy…

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..this is Bobee. He’s the resident farm dog and he’s absolutely the most cutest dog I’ve ever met. Seeing him made me miss my dog back home (who was in good hands with my parents, and I couldn’t thank them enough for them helping me out and watching her for two weeks), and he was so curious of me and was so loveable. If you petted his ears or petted his head, he was your friend for life. He hobbled along after us everywhere we went. And if you didn’t pet him right away he would latch onto your leg and beg for attention. How cute is that? He works hard, though and follows Alex’s Aunt everywhere she goes including out to the farm land. It’s really amazing the amount of loyalty these dogs have for their owners. Even though Romania has a stray dog problem, the dogs they do own are the most loveable and loyal dogs ever. And they eat very well, too. They get to eat all the left overs that we don’t eat.

For the better part of the day, I sat on the steps outside the bedroom underneath some honeysuckle vines and watched Alex’s Aunt peel peas from their pods. I offered to help but as their guest we were kind of forbidden to do any of the work on the farm. She sat there for a little over four or five hours peeling a huge bucket of peas and at the end of the day we all got to indulge in the fruits of her labor. We had this dish of peas in some kind of gravy or batter and it was absolutely delicious. All the food I’ve experienced in Romania has been awesome so far. I have yet to have one bad meal. And I think that’s why I passed on the Cow Stomach soup because I didn’t want to risk eating something I didn’t like.

We left the farm before dusk and I kind of regret not spending a full night there. We ended up spending the night at Alex and Ana’s house (Alex is the son of Alex’s Aunt who lives on the farm) and they live in this gorgeous home that they’ve been renovating for a while. Here’s the entry way:

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It was a beautiful house and Alex did all the work himself. All their furniture was hand made and bought locally and it was absolutely stunning. We hooked them up with Netflix because they have a Smart Tv and it had the app on there for them to use. They just needed a paid subscription and since Netflix allows multiple accounts on one subscription, we thought it would be a great gift idea. Alex and Ana were thrilled to have it and we watched a few shows that night before bed.

This is where we slept. The couch kind of fold out into a bed:

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The house was comfortable but this unusual heat in Romania had everyone sweating like crazy. The locals seemed to not mind it but stated that it was a little unusual to be this hot. Alex’s home seemed to be just right. As soon as the sun went down, we opened the windows and felt a nice, cool breeze come in and cool us off. And with Netflix, we were set for the night.

6/24/2016 Turda, Romania (Day #3)

Sighisoara is so rich with history. You have no idea. While traveling to Sighisoara, Alex continued to tell me how medieval it is and how awesome, and beautiful and I’d just have to see for myself.

Since we spent the night in a hotel just up the road from Old Town Sighisoara, we were able to walk there. To enter the older part of the city, we had to climb 170 stairs to reach the top:

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Could you imagine having to climb these stairs every single day of your life? Well, people still do it. There’s a high school still being used today at the top of the hill so all the students and faculty members use the stairs to get to school. How crazy is that?!

Let me back up a little bit, though. The food in Romania since day one has been amazing. I can’t even begin to tell you. And eating out has been amazing too, even though the food isn’t exactly home cooked, it’s still very good. We ate buffet-style at the hotel before checking out and they got very creative with the eggs:

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The yogurt isn’t sweet like it is in America because they don’t overload it with sugary fruits. It’s real yogurt.

After breakfast we started our adventure into Sighisoara. The old part of town. It was amazing to walk toward it and see a huge clock tower built in the 1300’s. That’s really, really, really old.

Here’s a picture of the clock tower as we approached:

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We passed the Rosenthal House on our way and an old myth was that the first mayor of Sighisoara became corrupt (stealing money or something) and the townsfolk cut off his head in the middle of the street. I didn’t bother to confirm this myth via the internet.

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As we approached the town we walked underneath this tunnel. We saw this hook thingy hanging down and the plaque on the wall stated that criminals were hung as punishment for their crimes while the townsfolk looked on. Here’s a picture of the tunnel with the hook still attached:

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And here’s Alex and I hanging out in the tunnel area:

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We circled around and found this old church. It was the first church ever built in Sighisoara and is nearly 800 years old, still standing, and still being used today. How awesome is that?!

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Here’s some statues that we saw that are over 800 years old as well:

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As we left Sighisoara, we passed through the last part of the town and saw an old, yellow building that belonged to Vlad the Impaler’s father. This is where Vlad the Impaler grew up and later moved to Bran Castle.

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We continued our journey towards Stei and as we passed through various towns, Uncle Traian pointed out this house. More like a palace or a modern day castle. It belonged to Gypsies:

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According to Wikipedia; Gypsies originally came from the Punjab region of India and entered Europe between the eighth and tenth centuries. They were called “Gypsies” because Europeans mistakenly believed they came from Egypt. They aren’t very well liked in Romania because they have a reputation of earning untaxed income through petty crime activities, mostly stealing. This reputation is widespread throughout Romania and other European countries. A more legitimate way some earn income involves selling mushrooms and berries harvested in the mountains (usually sold on the street sides). Most American’s have two misconceptions about Gypsies. The first being that all Gypsies aka “Roma” are Romanian people. They are not. Perhaps the name “Roma” or “Romi” adds to the confusion. Gypsies (although born in Romania for many generations) are not Romanian. They have a distinct culture, language, ancestry and history of their own-only slightly overlapping with Romanian history and identity. The second misconception comes out of pure ignorance: that Romania discriminates against  their gypsy population.  Enter Madonna-sticking her foot in her mouth-circa 2009 at a concert in Bucharest. The artist who spent two WHOLE days in Romania spoke out against the so called “discrimination” and “suffering” of the Gypsy people saying “it has been brought to my attention that there is a lot of discrimination against Romanies and gypsies in eastern Europe.” Tens of thousands of Romanian fans booed the American singer who offended an entire country with her uninformed and judgmental opinion. Perhaps Madonna forgot that she was in Romania-not America. Romanians were not interested in the artists’ entitled opinion of Romanian affairs. This speaks to a more universal theme: American’s criticizing that which they know nothing of. Believe it or not—there are countries in the world that do not desire American “freedom” and American “democracy.”

We left Sighisoara around noon and continued to our next destination: Turda. Romania has approximately seven Salt Mines around the counties and we stopped to see this one:

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The mine was incredible to see. I had looked at a Youtube video of it prior to leaving for Romania but to see it in person was awesome…

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…and down we went:

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This was our view when we got to the bottom:

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We didn’t take a boat ride around the water at the bottom but many people did and people signed their names all over the wooden structures at the bottom. The salt mine was now inactive but had previous been used to mine salt out of. After an abundance of salt was mined out, the mine was closed and re-opened to the public which became a popular tourist destination. They also opened up a wellness clinic inside so that people could come to have their asthma cured. The salty air inside is actually very good for you. We touched the walls and licked our fingers and the air ever tasted like pure 100% natural salt. The noises in the mine were amazing, too. The echoes from peoples’ voices and the elevator noises made it very surreal and spooky. During our trip, Romania was experiencing record heat waves topping out around 34 degrees Celsius. That’s very hot. Down in the mine it was around 12 Celsius. It felt so good to be down there and out of the heat. I didn’t want to leave because that meant going back out into the heat and Alex’s Uncle’s car was not equipped with air conditioning. Our air conditioning for the trip was “windows down” and let me tell you, in 95 degree heat, the cool breeze felt good.

We arrived in Stei at approximately 6pm and after two days of driving and traveling nearly 600km, it felt good to get a shower and eat some good food. Uncle Traian lives on a farm with a full garden with tomatoes, a sour cherry tree, herbs, cucumber, almonds and grapes as well as chickens and rabbits. Most all the food they eat is from their farm and is so fresh and awesome tasting. For our dinner we had a fresh salad and fresh chicken that was literally butchered two days ago:

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We also had Visinata. It’s basically fermented sour cherries. Like moonshine but way better. They pick sour cherries from the tree and put them in this:

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The cherries are in there for a couple of weeks and they add the sugar to start the fermentation process. Then they pour pure alcohol in the jug and after awhile they’re able to drink it. I clearly don’t understand the science behind it all because I’m not exactly explaining the process like I know what I’m talking about but it was very tasty. It’s a very popular drink in Romania and very healthy for you since it’s all natural…

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One thing I did want to highlight in this entry is the natural water springs that are in the mountains. We stopped by one to re-fill our water containers while on our journey to Stei..

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…the water is so cold and so good and so refreshing. I was a little concerned about drinking it but it is 100% safe to drink.

Tomorrow we would be heading to the farm deeper into the Romania country.