When autumn arrives in Transylvania, the air grows sharp and metallic, and the forests shed their color until only the stone of the mountains seems alive. Smoke rises from the first hearth fires, curling above tiled roofs and lingering with its sweet scent in the cold. In the West, this is the season of Halloween I am familiar with - a celebration of ghosts, costumes, and death. In Romania, the same chill carries something older. There are no pumpkin lanterns or suburban tric

In the shadow of medieval churches and fortified towers, one might least expect Bavarian-style beer tents, oompah bands, and...

Cat, watcher in the half-light, you move like a shadow that chose its own shape, fur humming with the memory of danger, eyes catching...

Autumn in Transylvania is breathtaking — golden forests draped across the Carpathians, mist curling through medieval towers, markets...