What remained from my time at Ingams is the friendship with some really great people, two of whom invited me their wedding. In Transylvania. Yay! That's what I call exotic.
Arrival at Târgu Mureș, a town well connected to the world by the budged airline Wizzair, with a smooth 3-hour transfer to the middle of nowhere, that is, the village of Izvoare. You won't be able to find it on a map unless you know that it is near a town with the impossible name of Odorheiu Secuiesc.
The rest: great weather (for most of the time), fairy-tale landscapes, great company, real comfort-food and lots of it, even more Pálinka, kitties and bears and pottery and orphanages, just see for yourself:
2 comments:
very beautiful pictures, as usual! :)
Just bumped into this entry of yours. How cool is this to be part of this!
Cheers!
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