joi, 22 septembrie 2016
Fair Wind in your Sails
EN: Sometimes (often), Valentin and I talk about how we will leave on the sea, towards a treasure island, in an adventure like the ones in Mark Twain's books. We will make friends to the pirates, party with the locals and sail along the shores, landing in the most exotic harbors.
EN: And before we venture to the sea (I still have some fears to deal with), we sail the country's roads, through these magical lands, that get me surprised each time: such various landscapes, so many different people.
EN: An enchanted land we found in the Apuseni Mountains, at Rosia Montana.
EN: I wished to see the sunset, from up the hill, but the quietness soothed by the sound of the cows and the crickets, topped with the fresh air after the rain, kept me in the land of dreams and that sleep was one to remember. Still, at 7 in the morning I saw one of the most beautiful views, with the mountain peeks reaching up from the fluffy fog.