This time I did sleep in, if only briefly. My hotel is immaculate. It’s the biggest hotel room I’ve ever seen in Europe.

Breakfast was the usual variety, that is cold cuts and toast. I did find some sugar coated crackers which were really good.

My hotel is within walking distance of the old town, but far enough away that you wouldn’t want to run back real quick to get something.

So I walked to the old town, and got a bit lost along the way. Lots of colorful buildings painted in bright colors. There’s a bell tower where you can see a good section of the town. Along the town’s streets are the occasional gift shop, selling Dracula themed items, among other fairs. I always wonder what happens with this type of junk people buy and never display. I imagine some of ends up in landfills, or garage sales or the like.

I did see a church decorated with white cloth on the pews. I had already seen a wedding party being photographed, so I figured that was it.

I climbed the stairs to the church on the hill and paid 8 lei to get in. Nothing spectacular, but historically significant to the town. In the basement are tombs, many encased in cement, others behind clear glass with the wooden coffin showing.

Nearby is an old cemetery, but the graves are not as old as the church.

I had lunch at a restaurant in the lower part of the town. My burger was a bit rubbery. I overheard a group of people speaking English…not only that, it was southern American English. They kept making references to southern things like grits, and Kentucky and Tennessee. I introduced myself, by saying “Do I hear a southern accent?” They were from Huntsville, doing some type of Baptist missionary work.

Which brings to mind if I have a subtle disappointment on my face or does my voice lower in disappointment when I find out that an acquaintance isn’t church of Christ? Do I not have a poker face in matters of faith?

I took it easy today. Sighisoara is something you can do in one day, if not half a day. Intriguing village, but not enough to write home about. I did pick up a small drawing of the clock tower for display in my home.

The train ride back was uneventful. Sighisoara’s train station is so small they don’t have a screen displaying the schedules. I asked the ticket agent just be sure,

When I arrived in Brasov, I met a Japanese guy who had the goal of visiting 100 countries. He was up to 75. We were going the same direction, so we rode a bus we thought was going to the old town. On the bus was a drunk guy who put his arm around my new Japanese friend, to which the Japanese friend moved seats. My hotel is in the main drag of Brasov. I didn’t account for the drunk people being out on the streets. So I might have a sleepless night.

Goodnight all