OOTD (lol) selfie before leaving the Casa Alba guest house in Beclean on foggy Tuesday morning, which would eventually clear up. Autumn weather in Romania was consistently cycling throughout the days we were there. I have to say, I woke up super giddy because we were traveling to my most-anticipated town on the road trip: Sighisoara (pronounced Sig-e-SHARW-a). This is the historical, medieval birthplace of THE VLAD TEPES, everyone. Vlad the Impaler. VLAD DRACUL. Even aside from that hugely important piece of history, I just felt like this was going to be my place.

But first, we had something like a 2 hour drive ahead of us.

In my vacation journal, I wrote at 10:14am: “Just a reminder that Henry is annoying. Even just going to a gas station with him is frustrating.”

Anyway, this beautiful place is Galatii Bistritei.

We kept seeing these giant bird nests on top of telephone poles and finally learned that they were OSTRICH NESTS! We didn’t see any ostriches though because I think they had already migrated, I don’t know, I’m not exactly known for my ornithology knowledge.

Apparently, we had already left the Maramures before making it to Beclean, so we had already started the day back in Transylvania. Henry was at odds with Google maps and Waze all morning to the point where I was seriously concerned we weren’t going to make it to Sighisoara.

Eventually, we made it out of the rural areas that were fucking with Henry’s GPS and suddenly found ourselves in a city with traffic lights and actual….traffic. It ended up being a city called Targu Mures and they even had a zoo! Henry was calling other drivers assholes and dumbasses but I can only imagine what they were calling him.

These next few pictures are from when we were driving through a commune called Teaca. It’s composed of six villages this was apparently Ville Tecii.

It was hard to take pictures as Henry was impatiently attempting to pass other drivers and generally driving like a crazed American on the lam, but I really wanted to include these here despite the shitty quality because I loved the way the houses looked!

I just loved how we would be driving through these towns/villages and then suddenly, we’re back in the mountains, or we’re back in farmland. I was sad when we were in Targu Mares because I wasn’t ready to be back in fast-paced civilization but then we turned a corner and suddenly we were winding up the side of a mountain again. It was magical.

We did eventually make it to Sighisoara though, around 11:30am, but it took a while to actually DO ANYTHING because Henry was being an absolute foreigner about parking, etc. We were staying in the old town of Sighisoara and you can’t park there, so the hotel concierge had advised Henry to park at the bottom and walk up. We found a parking spot IMMEDIATELY but Henry had to dart around asking people how to pay, etc. He was being so embarrassing as usual. I was like COME ON I WANT TO GOOOOO! Literally felt like a kid being made to wait in the parking lot of Disneyworld, you know? SO CLOSE YET SO FAR BECAUSE DAD IS FUCKING AROUND WITH PARKING RATES.

Finally on our way up! It wasn’t that bad, maybe a 5 minute walk and yes it was uphill, but it wasn’t bad. Plus, a bunch of old women were in front of us making the same trek.

I think you’re allowed to drive up there but there is really nowhere to park, which is the issue. We did see some cars while we were there and I feel like it was people who worked up there. I personally wished there were no cars at all!

Passing through Catherine’s Gate into the city!

Immediately smitten. Sighisoara in the autumn? Vibin’.

First peek at Citadel’s Square, but first we had to go left and find our guest house.

All the little side streets looked like this! I was so happy!

Our guest house for the night! Fun fact, this was the first place we booked when planning our trip. I saw this on Booking.com and was like, “THIS ONE, THIS IS THE ONE.”

Lobby selfie!

The inner courtyard is also a restaurant! It’s an open-air ceiling but they did have a canvas covering over it since it was chilly.

We were following the concierge guy to our room so I was snapping these while walking like a dork.

 

After passing through the small lobby, there was this little sitting area. This was taken with my back to our room door and facing back out toward the front of the place.

Room 3 for the night!

The room was very small – as soon as you walk in, there was a very small sitting area and a bathroom. Then steps that went up to the bedroom loft, which is what I specifically requested because I thought, “Oh, that’s fun!” And you know what, once I got over the shock of how small it was, it actually was extremely fun staying there and super cozy. I think I had one of the best sleeps there.

Lowkey obsessed, tbh. I booked this room because it seemed to have the best views out of that slanted window, and it not disappoint in real life.

The Bootmakers Tower. 

When I say I leaned out the window and stared at this thing for minutes on end, I’m not lying.

View of the other, modern part of Sighisoara outside of the Citadel.

I walked so tentatively up and down these steps, LOL.

Ugh, Sighisoara. I have so much more to say but wanted to show where we stayed first. I loved it so much. I have a feeling that there were a lot of really incredible places to stay there, but I do not regret my choice. Also, the hotel guy was so friendly (in a droll Romanian way that we had come to expect from the men there, LOL) and accommodating. When I realized later that day, when we had come back  to rest for a bit, that the kettle in our room was only for tea, Henry went out to ask him if there was coffee available and he actually took Henry down into the breakfast room and made a cup speficially for me! He also asked Henry if he wanted to take a shot and Lame Ass Henry said NO?! I was really disappointed in him when he came back to the room and told me that. He could have made friends with that guy!!

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