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Romanian sights 2017



Exploring (and enjoying) the Carpathian garden! ­čśë



Italy. 15 hours near Pisa

Italy. 15 hours near Pisa

To even consider a 15-hour drive (round trip) for a measly 15 waking hours in Italy, you must be pretty desperate.

We not only considered it, we actually went. Three weeks of winter in the month of May, all hell breaking loose at work and a nasty throat infection did it. We wanted Italy. We needed Italy. We found a nice bed-and-breakfast near Lucca at ÔéČ120/night for four (Triolivo, in Guamo), packed a bag, and didn’t think twice.

An ambition that had been simmering in our subconscious quickly developed into a full-blown obsession. We want to see the leaning tower of Pisa!┬áWe’ve been to Italy so many times by now, how could we have missed it? I mean, it’s not exactly hard to find. It’s right there, on every children’s atlas, right next to the red Ferrari. Simply had to see it. Simply had to climb it.

293 steps and we were at the top for the noon bells! Was it worth it? Well, our son was crawling on all fours under the large bell to explore the sound mechanism, and was so excited he even forgot to cover his ears in the hubbub, so you be the judge of that.

What else was on the list? The charming little citadel of Lucca (where Giacomo Puccini was born), sun and storm in the Tuscan hills, a seaside view of the Apennine mountains with surfers in the roaring waves, profiteroles, dry soup made of fresh tomato puree and white bread, and the hot sand at Camaiore.

We only spent one night, but came home with a bagful of great memories. I think our son’s exclamation on the way back pretty much sums it up: “But we were there for 3 days!”

Enjoy… ­čÖé

24 hours in Verona – November


Litoral final


mi-e sufletul greu,

submers în stânjeni de fluid clar, oceanic,

cu pe┼čti.

apa mării stă oglindă în dimineaţa asta

f─âr─â adieri,

luciul ei printre pini ┼či ambarca┼úiuni e tras ├«n foi┼ú─â de aur,

iar tihna de început de lume a frumuseţii

m─â apas─â

cu des─âv├ór┼čite sf├ór┼čituri.


valul e ceva care îţi dă speranţa


a revenirii:

un recul cu braţele întinse către o eternă


dar gra┼úia deplin─â a acestei p─âci –

ciobul acesta de frumos imperturbabil – condamn─â

orice viitor

la descompunere.

Path through my childhood


I walked the winding path today

around the apartment buildings

right through my childhood.


Everything smelled the same.

The big white lilies gave off a fragrance of early evening,

the sunset was in its incipient stages.

The heat bearable, like me.


Summer petering out.


I leapt from one slab of stone to the next, imagined where the bench used to be,

and the staircase where all the teenagers laughed and wrote funny signs on the wall,

and me, just a child, in my cream polo T-shirt with red ladybugs and two buttons.


I came around the walls, touching, scraping.

Nothing but old people now on the other side of those walls, sequestered by them.

I still breathed through widened nostrils, I alone could still leap.


Where the bench once stood, just arid space.

(Where I once insulted another girlÔÇÖs doll and was ostracized an entire summer.)

Even the buildings look old, and that is comforting.


It is comforting to know some things never change,

that you can count on them never to change,

that your memories still have places to inhabit.


It is comforting to unearth roots,

anchoring where it used to be.

My soul is comforted by old immovable things now.


There is a weak storm brewing.

I donÔÇÖt feel threatened. It too has no strength anymore.

It tousles the treetops, the night sky a pinkish fog,

raindrops dry out before they hit the cement.


It is merely a swoosh.


A coming and going like the ocean tides.

Doves cooing on warm roof tiles, small sparrows under bushes.

It is farewell.

The heart of summer


“The morning is full of storm

in the heart of summer.

The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of good-bye,

the wind, traveling, waving them in its hands.

The numberless heart of the wind

beating above our loving silence.

Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees

like a language full of wars and songs.


Her mass of kisses breaks and sinks,

assailed in the door of the summer’s wind.”

from Pablo Neruda, “The Morning Is Full” in Twenty Love Poems And A Song of Despair┬á (beautiful translation by W.S. Merwin)

Have a magnanimous, magical summer! Have a book.


Periplu rom├ónesc 2016 – Romania 2016 – Rum├Ąnien 2016


Mun┼úii┬áCernei – Defileul┬áDun─ârii (la Cazane, de pe ap─â) – Sibiu ┼či F─âg─âra┼čii cu creste ├«nz─âpezite – Sighi┼čoara – Salina Praid – Secuime – Cheile Bicazului ┼či retur.

Pe scurt: am fript slan─â la foc ├«n mun┼úi, am m├óncat direct la o st├ón─â, pe Dun─âre c─âpitanul/ghid i-a l─âsat pe copii s─â ┼úin─â ei c├órma b─ârcii cu motor ├«n timp ce zburam cu 40 la or─â pe grani┼úa dintre state (extaz pt. fiic─â-mea, concentrare crispat─â pt. fiu-miu), b─âie┼úii au fost la pescuit, am fost la parc de distrac┼úii (plus bar) ├«n salin─â, am vizitat muzeul din Turnul Sighi┼čoarei, iar de b─âl─âceala din piscina hotelului Korona nici nu mai zic. Patronii de acolo ne-au f─âcut o reducere la cazare fiindc─â ne-au recunoscut de anul trecut. ┼×i ce mi┼čto se v─âd Cheile Turzii de pe autostrad─â, ├«ntr-o s├ómb─ât─â aproape pustie!
A, ┼či – evident – highlight-ul (dac─â ├«i ├«ntreba┼úi pe prunci): Angry Birds Movie ├«n 3D la mall, cu o dublare ├«n rom├óne┼čte de zile mari. ­čÖé Epocal a fost.

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Copyright: Andreea Sepi 2016.

Romania (Banat mountains, Danube Gorges on the border to Serbia, Sibiu and the snow-capped Fagaras mountains, Sighisoara, Praid Salt Mine, Eastern Transylvania, Bicaz Canyon┬áand back) – May 2016. Click on any image for full-size viewing (then click on arrow left or right for previous/next image). Enjoy!

Romania – Primeval beauty


Romania, Europe’s tender wilderness. Here, the Cerna Valley and its surroundings, in the country’s southwest.

The scenery, a soft primordial crescendo. The climate mild, the people welcoming. And the fragrances – whether wild flowers and acacia or the smell of home-cooked meals – irresistible.

Rum├Ąnien, Europas sanfte Wildnis. Hier, das Cernatal und seine Umgebung im S├╝dwesten des Landes.

Die Landschaft – eine ruhige, sich selbst ├╝berbietende Steigerung. Das Klima – mild, die Leute – bescheiden und gastfreundlich. Und die Duftwolken – ob Wildbl├╝ten und Akazien oder hausgemachtes Essen – unwiderstehlich.


Articolul complet în limba română, aici:

Garmisch sites, Kramer Wandergebiet


It’s official! Spring is coming. Sweating through our mountain gear Sunday, 06.12.15 in Garmisch – Grasberg H├╝tte.

Copyright photographs: Andreea Sepi, 2015.

(Limited series prints available for sale in 30├Ś40 cm frame format, with high-quality passepartout and different color aluminium frames. EUR89,00.)