Skip to content
The second time when I arrived in Sibiu it was my second couchsurfing experience. It was one of the best experiences I’ve had until now. One of the reasons was because after this travel, me and Sebastian, my host from Sibiu, became good friends. Is one of the few persons I trully respect for what he is doing with his life.
But coming back to our story. Sibiu became my soul city in Romania. Everyday from than I’m still thinking at Sibiu. I’m so nostalgique. The air, the buildings, the people, I miss everything. The city has done with me something that Bucharest couldn’t do in six years. It transformed me in a calm and relaxed person. The architecture of Sibiu reflexes more to an old town, a museum in a big form rather than a contemporary city.
When I arrived in Sibiu I texted Sebastian so that he may know that I was in the city. Even if my first plan was to visit half of the city alone and after visit the rest with him.
His response was surprisingly positive. He told me not to worry, it would be a big pleasure for him to show me the unknown parts of the town. It was cool for me. I really like to see a place through the eyes of a local. So, his answer made my day. But it wasn’t enough for me. So I visited the city respecting my first plan. And I started with the icon of the city, Piața Sfatului. Here I experienced the best Christmas of my life. Right now, unfortunately I arrived on a cloudy day. It was raining. I felt it, but that’s how nature is. You are powerless in front of her.
Never mind, the rain can’t stop me from visiting a place like this. I enjoyed every minute spend in Sibiu. I sat down on a bench and I just watched how people walked in front of me. The feeling was just a pure relaxation. Here the locals are used with tourist. Sometime they would even salute me back or others just smiled at me back. After this experience I ask my self if I am somehow in Romania or not. They are not so warm, but they are so kind and educated, this is why they are so respected in the world. I truly love this type of locals. I prefer a person with few words and good mind than a funny guy with many faces.
Anyway, after I spent more than a half an hour just watching people I stood up and I walked to the highest point in Sibiu, on the evangelical church. The background was so gray that it was almost frightening. But I tried to see the colorful side of this picture.
When I entered in the church I found here few tourists waiting for the guide. I didn’t know that I will have a guide in this church. I was used without them like in Burzenland. But after I saw the tower I realized why we needed a guide here. The bridge between the main stairs and the stairs of the tower ware made from rusty metal. If we didn’t have a guide who would encourage us many of us would have given up before we would of reached the top of the church. But after I arrived at the top of the tower I was so proud of myself. The view was amazing,I was speechless. The tower had six small windows from where you could see the city and all around it. Through one of the window I’ve seen the most beautiful view in my life.
Not just as a traveler, but as a human bean. The mountain was covered on the top by snow and at the bottom of it the village was alive. Seeing them from the top of the tower the people looked like small ants, hard working for a better life. The colors were so diverse. On the top the pure white conquered the mountain and on the other side, at the base the mountain it was so green because of the beautiful trees who rise from the fertile soil.
The tourists around me understood my feeling. No one said a word when they were on the top of the tower. Even the guide at one moment told us we can talk. It was allowed but we were astonished. The church tower succeeded to scary me like shit, but at the same time it succeeded to make me the happiest person at that time. I was so proud to be born in such a gorgeous country as this one. Yes, I’m not from Transylvania, but I feel that the mountains are in my soul. The rivers flood my veins with every second in this heavenly country. After this beautiful revelation I called Sebi. He was at lunch and he told me after it he will have some free time. After we talked at the phone we decided that we will meet at the big market. I didn’t wait for him to much, but he was kind of dizzy.
– My friend do you want to do something right now? I will be honest with you, you will not be the only guest of mine.
– No, I visited what I wanted to visit. We can go everywhere you want. And it’s ok with me.
– Cool. Let’s go to that bookstore. Near us it was a little bookstore. In front of that store I saw two distinct girls. But I wasn’t sure this two girls would have something in commune with us.
– Girls, I’m Sebi! We talked on the internet.
– Oo, Yes! We did, the curly girl said. I’m Maria and she is Stela.
– Nice to meet you. I want you to introduce you to one of my guest for tonight, Adrian. We will have a good experience. Sebastian said at the end.
Now, after we meet all four of us, we went to Sebi’s place to leave our luggage and relax for a moment. On the long walk to Sebi’s place we had the pleasure to talk with each other, to learn more about each other. Maria, was born in Paraguay and at that time she was a student in Bologna. Stela was from Bremen and she was a good friend of Maria’s. They meet in the Erasmus project. The view around us was marvelous. Sibiu is that type of city where you find more houses than blocks. Raised in Muntenia when I think of a city in my mind immediately images with blocks, gray background and trafic pop. Here everything it’s on contrary. The traffic it’s an unknown word in the local vocabulary. The blocks are those houses which communism tried to populate here. But they didn’t succeed. The background is so green from the forrest. You must be a foul not to love this picture.
When we arrived at Sebi’s place we found a beautiful small house with one floor built on a hill. The garden was in the valley and every time when I went outside I felt like I was on the top of the mountain looking down at the nature. That feeling was so amazing.
We didn’t stay to much time in the house because we went with Sebi in a city tour. He wanted to show us the least visited places in the city, but with an interesting story. We had three hours to do this together, because in the night time Stela had to catch a flight to Bremen.
Our tour started in the old part of the city. Sebi brought us where I finished my personal tour. He took us to the bridge of lies and from there to the valley of the unknown. It was more of a cultural tour than a tourist route. Our host show us the scouts headquarters or the signs on the walls. At the end of the route we said our goodbyes to Stela and we went back again at Sebi’s place.
There when we arrived we found Sebi’s roomates, Vali and Cristian. All three of them were students at teathre. And the house was a beautiful chaose filled with musical instruments, books and loots of clothes. Many of them were theatrical props.
– Hey guys, they are our guest for tonight. They are Maria and Adrian.
– Hey, Vali! He was so tall and in good shape, I even thought that he was Vlad the Impaler. It was a funny coincidence because he was repeating for this role. When we opened the door of the house we found him having a speech in front of the book shelf. The four of us didn’t spend so much time because the guys went at the teather. They had rehearsal for a play. So I and Maria stood a few hours alone and had some relaxation in that beautiful house. At the begging we just chilled, talking and watching videos. But in the evening we went outside looking for a good thank you gift for our host.
We walked like an hour in the old city looking all around us and talking about everything. When suddenly I saw a wine store and I said to Maria that the wine solves all the problems. When we entered in the store I discoverd the most beautiful place in Sibiu. We had to choose between Merlot and a Cabernet or between Sauvignon and a Pinot Gris. The smell inside was a divine one. It was like all the fruits had allready been smashed in front of you.
That night when we arrived home we found out that Sebi had allready came. So, our little surprise was no more a surprise. But he was happy anyway.
The end of the day was memorable. After a couple glasses of beer, wine and some palinca we created a beautiful language which had three words in romanian and one word in english. ”Bacchus” made our tongues so twisted that we understood each other just by staring at each other.
If you liked the story don’t hesitate to share with you’re friends or family. Support the project, if you think that it deserves. And I invite you to read the next story from Târgu Mureș or to see the pictures from Transylvania. Take care, my friends!