Almost a year had lapsed since we last met; but I have not taken a break from traveling and from being an avid admirer of our beautiful world.
September marks the beginning of a colorful fall in Transylvania and thus, it rains almost every day. Living in the Southwest, I considered myself fortunate to experience not only a change in scenery and the vivid green, but also the crisp morning air and gentle rain.
I started my journey in Brasov, a city with a strong and captivating history, harbored in the Carpathian mountains. The old cobbled streets, medieval walls and towers, churches were enlivened by crowds of people walking, sipping at countless terraces, reading books, playing chess games in the parks, all in slow motion.
I then took a train to Sighisoara, a UNESCO world heritage centre, one of the best maintained permanently inhibited medieval towns in Europe. It is hard to grasp the history of this place, the tens of thousands of people that walked on the same cobbled streets in the last seven centuries. Some of the towers in the old wall and the church on the hill are dated back to the 1200s. I had an immense feeling of being small yet important, of being overwhelmed by a history that is stronger than anything else I had experienced. The rain and mild fog that day made the surroundings even more eerie, pulling me back in time- I had visions of horses and carriages, of cannons and arrows, of medieval garments and of old crafts; even the air smelled like chambers of an old castle, like a dry and old wood chest. That day made me spiritually richer.
Travel back in time with this set of pictures, with more to follow.