The in-law side of my family got to kick off their visit to Romania by driving headfirst into the hairpin glories of Transylvanian highway. I was nervous about inducing early onset car sickness on my mother in-law, but I found my peace in the green forests and valleys along the way. Escorting them to Bran Castle, they were delighted to explore its expansive stone structure above the souvenir and cheese heavy village.
Afterwards, we made our way up a rutted dirt road a few more miles for an overnight stay at the Inn on Balaban. While I'd love to take credit for discovering this awesome hidden treasure, I can't. One of Mark's kick-ass coworkers spoke highly of the Inn and organized our stay. Greeted with an abundance of tuica, we knew this place would probably, also kick ass. It did.
During various times, we ate our weight in grilled lamb, chicken, and pig, washing it all down with fresh veggies, bread, and wine. The food comas were slept off in cozy rooms with real linen and down comforters, leaving plenty free time to read, take pictures, stare serenely, or sleep some more...
Even the drive home was soul warming. We opted to head towards Pitesti (Bucharest via HWY74 instead of DN1 so to speak) and we were not disappointed with what we saw. One caveat: the roads were far more snaky (and loooonger) and thus far more barf potential. My mother in-law passed with flying colors, Deets? Not so much.
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