Lacu Rosu to Sighisoara

Driving through the mountains of Romania brings spectacular beauty! Photos here give an idea, but there is no way to truly capture the experience in words or pictures. Winding roads through rich evergreen forests with new vistas at every turn bring us pleasure for several hours on our way to Lacu Rosu, a small mountain village high in the mountains. We wind higher and higher and arrive at Lacu Rosu, our destination recommended by George Lorca from Biztok.

Our hotel here is the site of a wedding and a christening, and we enjoy watching the festivities. Along the roadside, we find delicious sweet rolls baking freshly, and I discover that I might actually decide to dye my hair red as so many women here have done this. See photos.

We leave Lacu Rosu for Sighisoara, a walled city where Dracula was born. I find it a bit too “kitchy”, but we enjoy walking around, have an early dinner, and then find our bed for the night at Hotel Pointea off the beaten path down a small country road with views of pastures, sheep, and a horse outside our window.
After an aborted game of Scrabble – David has lost his groove temporarily most likely due to fatigue from driving and darting between curves, horse drawn carriages, overhanging tree limbs, and one wrong turn. We quit when he realizes he can’t possibly win this one.

A young Dutch woman in the Hotel approaches us, and we talk with her for a couple hours. Monika is from Holland but lives in Morocco where she is studying Arabic and engaged to a Moroccan. She is staying here to attend a weeklong meeting on Forum Theatre – an approach that uses theatrical activities to explore the experiences of oppressors and the oppressed. We have meaningful exchanges about Darwin, God, Islam, and love.

Sigasmoura