Immigration is often framed as a decisive break, the before and the after, but that framing hasn't matched my lived reality. What I have experienced instead is a long, unsettled middle. An experience where one foot remains planted in what I lost (or still attempting to untangle from), while the other figures out how to step into a life that is still forming. This in-between space is not dramatic or cinematic. It is quiet, demanding, and persistent. It follows me through ordin

People often ask how I ended up in Romania, and I have trouble finding the words because my brain is flooded with all the reasons . There isn't one main reason or one moment that decided our direction. It was a long process of research, noticing what felt solid and what kind of future felt possible. Romania revealed its welcoming charm and promise of a dream through a lot of curiosity and thorough questioning. A Landscape That Felt Familiar Before It Felt Foreign The Carpathi

When Winter Breaks Open There is a kind of quiet in northeastern Romania that feels older than anything else around it—a winter hush thick enough to swallow sound. And then, as the year tilts toward its end, that stillness cracks with a distinct Romanian beat. Drums thunder in the air, bells shiver, and the whole village wakes as the Bear Dance pushes through the streets like weather rolling in from another age. People often describe the first sight of it as massive brown hid

I’ve been carrying a heavy mix of emotions lately. Back home, in the streets where I grew up, innocent and hardworking Mexican immigrants are being taken into big unmarked trucks — disappeared under the cover of night. Families are left wondering where their loved one is and if they will ever see them again. Dreams are erased. People who have built lives among people they thought were friends are treated like they don’t belong anymore. Watching those videos makes something in

There are cities that decorate for Christmas, and then there is Brașov — a place that seems to exhale winter enchantment from its medieval soul. As December settles over the Carpathians, the old town begins its transformation. Lights unfurl across rooftops, garlands drape between centuries-old walls, and the entire landscape takes on the soft glow of a fairytale. Romanians put serious, loving effort into creating a festive world, and you can feel that intention in every illum

Romania stands at a cultural crossroads — modern in law, traditional in spirit, and still deciding which part of itself will define the future. The Contradiction at the Heart of Modern Romania At first glance, Romania seems firmly part of the European modern project. It is a member of the European Union, bound by human-rights conventions, and home to a young generation that travels, studies, and works across a continent that increasingly values equality. Yet beneath that Euro

Every city and village in Romania seems to be charmed with the presence of cats. They stretch across sunlit steps, curl up on cafe chairs, and nap on cobblestones as if they own the streets. Here, cats exist in a shared space between domestic and wild, beloved and free. They are not seen as pests. They are accepted, fed, and adored by nearly everyone. When you walk down a Romanian street, you’ll see bowls of food left under park benches, tiny shelters tucked beside apartment

When I asked a local in Brașov to explain the difference between Catholicism and Orthodoxy, he didn’t quote scripture or mention rituals. He smiled and said simply, “We didn’t have crusades, the Inquisition, or witch trials.” It was such an abrupt, almost startling answer — not theological, but historical, and human. The divergent memory was of two civilizations that shared one faith but grew into very different moral worlds. Divergent Paths from the Same Root Both Catholicis

When most people think of Transylvanian folklore, they picture a world of haunted castles, wandering spirits, and ancient Christian rituals. The stories that were shaped by Romanian peasants, Saxon settlers, and Hungarian nobility. Yet there is another, quieter current that runs through the same mountains and valleys: the folklore of the Roma. Unlike the fixed traditions of the villages, Roma stories move. They travel from place to place, changing shape like smoke in the wind

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

Before the word “vampire” ever reached Western Europe and long before Bram Stoker turned Transylvania into a gothic legend, Romanians were already telling stories about the strigoi — spirits that slipped between the worlds of the living and the dead. These were not imagined monsters from distant castles but familiar faces: neighbors, relatives, and townspeople whose souls could not find rest. In traditional belief, a strigoi was not born from evil so much as imbalance. It was

The Keeper of the Flame In every culture, there are keepers of the flame—those who carry the memory of a people across generations, adapting it to new languages, new screens, and new worlds. In Romania, one of those keepers is Corneliu Țepeluș, a filmmaker, storyteller, and cultural ambassador whose life has been shaped by the timeless human pursuit of immortality—not the kind that denies death, but the kind that ensures meaning endures. His work bridges the mystical and the

In the heart of Brașov’s old town, framed by the Carpathian foothills, stands a monument that has watched over centuries of change: wars, fires, reformations, and rebirth. Locals call it Biserica Neagră — The Black Church. Its stone walls rise like memory itself, weathered and immovable, carrying the spirit of a people who refused to vanish. A Church Born of the Saxons Construction of the Black Church began around 1380, when Brașov, known then as Kronstadt, was one of the mos

Most foreigners arrive in Romania with a D-type long-stay visa in their passport. They’ve spent months preparing paperwork, mailing apostilled documents overseas, waiting for consulate appointments, and hoping they’ve understood everything correctly. What many don’t realize is that there is another way for U.S. citizens and other visa-exempt nationals. You can enter Romania under the standard 90-day visa-free allowance and apply directly for residency from within the country,

Walk through any Transylvanian town and you’ll find echoes of another world such as fortified churches, cobbled squares, pastel guild houses, Latin inscriptions, and names like Kronstadt, Hermannstadt, and Schäßburg. These are traces of the Transylvanian Saxons, the German settlers who came nearly nine centuries ago and shaped the cultural heart of the region. Arrival of the Saxons The story begins in the 12th century, when the Hungarian kings invited German colonists to sett

Many Americans grow up believing the United States is the safest place on earth. We picture flashing sirens, neighborhood watch signs, and the comfort of knowing that law and order are part of who we are. And we grow up assuming that many far away countries are dangerous, corrupt, and unpredictable. But as I started learning about Romania, I found the truth is practically the opposite. When you compare the numbers and the everyday lived experience, Romania is statistically sa

In Transylvania, as November dies and winter gathers on the hills, there comes a night when the old beliefs stir again. Between November 29 and 30, the feast of Saint Andrew, the veil between worlds is said to thin. It is a time when wolves speak, spirits wander, and villagers once guarded their homes with garlic and prayer. Known as Noaptea Sfântului Andrei, this night marks one of Romania’s most mysterious folk observances, a blend of Christian feast and pre-Christian ritua

In the shadow of medieval churches and fortified towers, one might least expect Bavarian-style beer tents, oompah bands, and lederhosen—but in Romania, especially in Transylvania, Oktoberfest has found a new home. What began as a festive export has become part of how German heritage communities, cities, and event planners articulate cultural identity, hospitality, and connection to Europe. From Munich to Everywhere: The Original Oktoberfest The first Oktoberfest was held on O

Perched above the Târnava Mare River, the citadel of Sighișoara has never been only a Saxon fortress. Its towers, stairways, and houses carry stories that linger as strongly as the scent of woodsmoke in winter. Beyond the pastel facades and watchtowers, folklore has shaped the way this medieval town is remembered. Vlad Dracul and the Birthplace of Vlad Țepeș One of the most enduring legends is tied to the yellow house on Citadel Square, known as the Vlad Dracul House. Traditi

Perched on a rocky outcrop at the edge of the Carpathians, Bran Castle looks as though it was built for legend. Its towers and courtyards rise out of the cliffs, watching over the mountain pass between Transylvania and Wallachia. For centuries, it stood as a sentinel of trade and defense — but today, it is most famous for the shadows it carries, the stories of vampires, queens, and secrets carved into stone. The Shadow of Dracula No legend clings more tightly to Bran than tha