Circle of Friends–Part 3: Tulchea and the Danube Delta

We arrived near dusk, partly due to the fact that Romania had  just changed to daylight saving time here, but I doubt that's what they call it.  As the sky was turning grey and the winds picked up, Rebecca and I found a small restaurant on the second floor of a row of businesses near … Continue reading Circle of Friends–Part 3: Tulchea and the Danube Delta

Romania’s Painful Birth of Freedom: Long Read

The will of the people was inevitable, most people told us. It was building to a flashpoint, waiting for a spark. We retraced the steps of people 29 years ago to find out what were the elements that ignited the Revolution. (Some photos from this post are from the Museum of the Revolution Decmber 16-25 … Continue reading Romania’s Painful Birth of Freedom: Long Read

Someone’s Following Us, All Across Hungary

Someone's Following Us We were up at five am, in the lobby by six and opted to try our luck back at the Moxy for breakfast, rather than the paultry-looking offerings at the Hadrigan.  My cousin, Cornel, had worked out a ride for us from Vienna to Zalau,  the town in the north-western part of … Continue reading Someone’s Following Us, All Across Hungary

Austria, Part Three: Vienna and Iulia

One delightful discovery along the way, was Iulia Pop. In planning for this trip, I had asked my sister's grandson, Drake Southwick, about people there since he had traveled to Romania about two years ago. I asked him for some contacts to help with planning our trip. One of the contacts he gave me was Iulia … Continue reading Austria, Part Three: Vienna and Iulia

Austria, Part Two: Hallstatt, Salzburg, and Admont

Hallstatt Hallstatt was the only place we went simply because of Rick Steves.  He says in his travel video, if there is one place you must see to get the flavor of an Alpine village, you must visit Hallstatt.  It was on the way to Salzburg, so we planned one night there. By far, Hallstatt … Continue reading Austria, Part Two: Hallstatt, Salzburg, and Admont

Austria, Part One: Scott and Uli

We arrived in Austria, dragging. Transition days are hard on us. There's the physical work of packing up, carrying our backpacks, and pulling the "rollies" up and down stairs, up and into crowded buses or down into subways, and into the air terminal. But more than that, I think the stress of standing in line, … Continue reading Austria, Part One: Scott and Uli