After sleeping at Dochia cottage, in Ceahlau mountain, Romania, we feast our eyes on a most spectacular display of mist and colour.
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.