Under a relaxing shower, tasting dried salt on my lips from the sweat of climbing mountainsides, negotiating dark secret passages and broad walnut staircases in old fortresses and palaces, I pause to wonder where to start in sharing of my experiences from a long day’s trip into the pristine forests of the Carpathian mountains on the Transylvania border.
An equally beautiful sunny day in Bucharest must take precedent over writing of Dracula, kings and queens, and a most complicated history of poor Romanians dominated for centuries under Hungarian and Turkish aggressors, and more recently under the yoke of Communism. But wait, it will come, and I know you will sweat on every word.
I may start by writing some captions under a few photographs in Picasa. This will give you the general feeling of what I have been experiencing here in Romania.