When I smell pine cones, I am transported to my young years in the village of Buhalnita. I spent many a days as a child wandering through the bright and cool pine tree forests of the Carpathian mountains. A wise man once said “If you don’t have grandparents in the country side, you should buy some.”
Ceahlau Mountain shining in the summer sun in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania.
Nothing reminds me of home more than the beauty of flowers, watching majectically over the still valley. Summers are for the mountains and our family mountain is definetly Ceahlau, the stone giant, whose view can be seen for miles from many corners of Moldova and Transylvania.
This cauldron of rock and water can be seen from mount Pietrosu in Rodnei mountains, Romania. It’s a difficult ascent, but so unusually beautiful once you brave the journey.
On a fair autumn day me and my parents climb the notorious Pietrosu peak, from Rodnei mountains. At the foot of the steep, grey rock, however, one can find peaceful fields with haystacks resting in the sunlight.
After Christmas, one december, a group of friends and I ventured out into the wild Hasmas mountains of Romania. We took an unknown path through the forest and reached the plateau close to Piatra Singuratica (The Lonely Rock). The overladen pine trees greeted us with beautiful snow.
On a cloudy November day I ventured to Kalambaka, to see the beautiful mountains of Meteora. What a sight is was indeed! Deep, prayerful silence filled the air…my heart was truly at home amongst these rocks.