Come and Experience New things in the Country Where the Legends Appeared!
Romania hides true natural treasures. The Landscapes drawn from the fairy tales spectacular mountains, dense forests and natural monuments will catch your attention in a second. Romania offers various opportunities for leisure: both in the mountains, at the sea, as well as on the hills and plains. We will follow a route that gathers some of the most beautiful Romanian fairy tales.
Day 1. The First Love of Beethoven
Beethoven meets Jeanette in his hometown, Bonn when they both were only 17 years old. The composer was fascinated by the beautiful blonde, blue-eyed woman with manners and elegance, and with a special magnetism that attracted the attention of the all men. The two met at a music event, attended also by Karl von Greth, a general in the Austrian army. The girl was fascinated by Beethoven. But the love between Janette and Beethoven did not last long. It seems it was less than a year, because in 1787 Jeanette marries in Cologne with Karl von Greth, who becomes the commander of a Romanian fortress, where Janette lives, dies and is buried. It is said that Jeanette was a Beethoven’s muse for several compositions. Beethoven wanted to come to her funeral, but he was already deaf, old and could not afford it. Jeanette was buried with honors and cannons. We will camp a very beautiful camping in the Flower Town.
Day 2. The Stubborn Wife
A story says that once lived an old man, Vasile with his wife named Babacaia. They had been beautiful and hardworking in their youth, though not very wealthy. Old Vasile was a fisherman and had a boat he had painted in the dark color of the water, to be able to trick customs officers and bring tobacco from the other bank of the Danube or to fish in the forbidden places. In time, Vasile and his boat have aged, the powers left him, and everyday life became more and more difficult. The shortages were getting bigger and the quarrels between the old man and his wife, more and more often. Once in an extremely cold winter, Vasile got sick. When the spring came, on one of the days when he felt better, pushed by the needs he decided to go fishing and took his wife with him to help him to detach the boat from the place where it was tied. The way to the river passed through the garden of a neighbor, and the quarrel began immediately. Old Vasile said the grass had just been mown, while Babacaia claimed if had been cut blade by blade. As she walked, the old woman was not ceasing to nag. And as she approached too much the rocky banks of the river, she fell into the water and was drawn into the middle of it. The old man started shouting for help, being too weak to dare himself to save her, but no one was in the neighborhood. the old woman Instead did not cease to shout, as she sank, that the grass was cut with scissors. Only two fingers of her right hand remained above the water in the scissor-crossed shape. The spirits have punished her for indignation, turning them into pebbles forever. We will camp off-camping on the bank of the old river, waiting for the idyllic sunrise.
Day 3. The Nymph of the Danube
Sieglinde, the nymph of the Danube put her husband, the Spirit of the Rocks and the Whirlpools, to build an iron gate, to prevent seafarers from sailing in the rocky labyrinth. If, however, they were arriving here, they could no longer escape the shipwreck, except if Sieglinde herself was leading them. Arriving at the gate, the sailors were make offerings to the nymph until the gate was announcing her arrival, opening up. But one day, the ingratitude of an ardent sailor based the luck of crossing the area only on his own prowess. This upset Sieglinde so much that she left the place, letting this dangerous passage open to anyone who ventures. In 1834, when a terrible drought almost emptied the river bed, a scholar engineer measured most of the cliffs and concluded that it is impossible to destroy them. He suggested that safe navigation in this area could be made only through a system of ways and locks, to raise and maintain water at a sufficiently high level, to cover the obstacles and allow the vessels to pass over without touching them. The Austrians, who had these lands, approved this plan, but as it requires huge spending, they have asked Turkey to bear a part of it. The request was justified, since at that time the Iron Gates, located between Serbia and Walachia, belonged to Turkey. But the Turks knew so little about the remote provinces their sovereign ruled, that they translated the term “iron gates” ad literam, and the Divan sent to Austria the following answer: No need for such efforts to tear down some iron gates, and if the rocks are too harsh to be destroyed all that remains is to make such a big fire around the gates, so that they melt. We will camp at a beautiful camping on the bank of the old river.
Day 4. The Waterfall of the Lovers
According to the legend, there was once a peasant family, the pain of which was the lack of a descendant. One night, the woman saw a witch appeared in a dream telling her that if she will drink the water from the spring beneath the cliff at the border between the worlds she will become pregnant, specifying that if the offspring will be a girl, she will not be allowed to fall in love, otherwise she will die. The woman drank that water, and after a while she gave birth to a particularly beautiful girl, who fell in love with a handsome boy. The girl was imprisoned by her father in the grotto above the spring between the worlds. Her cries of despair were heard by the witch who lived in the other world, in the Land of the Sorrow Retrieval. Relented by the suffering of the girl, the witch turned her hair into a waterfall in which her tears slided. The legend also says that the boy came and thrown himself into the waters of the waterfall and the girl died with him, but they were reunited in the other world, the only place where their love could be accomplished. Since then, lovers who want to seal their love and to have eternal love, come to drink water from the waterfall bearing the name of the boy. We will camp off-camping near the most beautiful waterfall in the world.
Day 5. The Cave Where the Martyr Mothers’ Spirits Hide
The cave of martyr mothers is inhabited by nine protective spirits of some mothers. They are mild mothers, who help and protect the Christians approaching the cave, although they are upset if somebody ventures too far into the cave. Spirits are mother-martyrs, who change every 300 years. Mothers were seen both during the daytime, as transparent shapes of women and in night-tome. A true story was reported by a journalist, who in his youth was on a trip with his colleagues and put the tent near the mouth of the cave, where they made the fireplace. The mothers' spirits approached the fire, and the young men scared and hid in the tent. There were three spirits which approached the transparent plastic window of the tent and stared insistently inside. There were three faces of women. One of the young men who did not scare too much reassured his colleagues telling them that if the spirits wanted to do harm, they would do it a long time ago. But they understood that they had to leave, maybe they bothered the spirits with something, so the next day they left. We will camp in a camping located in a fairy tale place.
Day 6. The Birds That Helped to Raise the Monastery
There is a place where the number of Ciuhurezi, as locals call it, is very high. It is a nocturnal bird of prey very similar to the owl. The legend says that one night a bird of this kind scared the lady Brâncoveanu, the wife of voivode Constantin Brâncoveanu, because the sounds it makes are similar to its name. But this fact has led to the idea of building here one of the most beautiful monasteries at a time when due to the Ottoman occupation the construction of the churches and monasteries was not allowed. Thus the ruler ordered that here, on one of his estates, deep in the woods the most beautiful monastery will be raised, which will be fortified, so that it can also be used as a place of refuge in case of danger. Thus, the craftsmen who built the monastery worked only the night under the cover of the Cihurezi sounds. So the knocks of the hammers, the marching of the feet, and the rumble of the saws could not be heard by the enemies because of the hooting of the birds. Thus, one of the most beautiful monasteries in Romania, which is today in the UNESCO World Heritage list, was raised in secret. In honor of the birds that helped to raise the monastery, it received the name of this bird with a scary scream. We will camp in a beautiful camping in a fir forest.
Day 7. The Bottomless Lake
Our story starts with Tinca, the daughter of boyar Vlădescu, She was a beautiful girl, but practicing the free love, as chronicle says. At the age of 30, Tinca loved a lot and nobody could do anything to her. Until her destiny arrived. Florea was one of the handsome lads from Vladesti, a peasant boy who had just came home after finishing his military service in the Austro-Hungarian Empire. When he came to the estate for a business with Tinca's father, he was noticed by the beautiful lady. So the woman didn't think twice and called Florea for a date on a night with many stars, at the Beautiful Lake. And that's how a great love, which smashed Florea’s 21-year-old heart to a pulp started. But Tinca, being tired of Florea's beauties, decided to give up those nights with stars. The boy, in no way wanted to hear about it. Three days he walked to the estate, until Tinca put her servants to whip him. The humility was the limit that Florea the son of Gheorghe could stand. Florea was pretty quick! One day he ambushed lady’s carriage, which was passing by the Beautiful Lake, jumping in the path. The woman was scared. But Florea hit her, leaving unconscious, whipped the horses and directed them straight in the lake. In a moment the carriage and the lady disappeared into the depths of the water. There were witnesses who went to the gendarmes to say what happened and how it happened. Florea was arrested. But the man said he does not know anything. And after a year, he was released from the prison, because there was no trace of a lady or of a carriage in the lake. Those who dived said the lake is without a bottom. The lake remained like that until the 1980s. Then it began to shrink, and in the last years a swamp appeared instead of the lake. But something else happened. In the middle of the marsh surrounded by a circle of willows and full of snakes, appeared an island. An island made of the mud, among the few in the country where a carnivorous flower grows. The legends say it would even be the lady Tinca incarnate. We will camp in a camping located on the springs’ valley.
Day 8. The Magic Triangle
There is a place where three cave monasteries were built, dug in the rock thousands of years ago forming an equilateral triangle with the side of 20 kilometers. Visiting them all at the same time, we find that there is a strong energy interconnection between them. As if the different vibrations complete each other, bringing in the heart of the one who admire them with the eyes of the mind open, an indescribable silence. The legend of one of the monasteries connects the story of the church in the grotto with a shepherd who would have slept with the sheep on the rock where the church was carved. The elders say that the Virgin Mary herself appeared to the man in the night, who would have asked him to dig into the stone beneath him to reach the place where an old icon was hidden. The same legends say that the Mother of God would have asked the shepherd to make a place of worship from that place. He did so and found an icon in the stone. It is said that the icon would have been brought here by Saint Apostle Andrew, who, making a stop near a temple dedicated to Zamolxis and not finding anyone in that cave, would exclaim “Nemo est” (nobody is here), so the place was called. Apostle Andrew went down to the cave and left the icon to the north, at the same place where is the church of the monastery now. It is also said that it would be one of the 12 painted by the Saint Apostle Luke, who then gave them the 12 Apostles going to go to preaching the gospel. It is certain thing is that the icon is one of the oldest not only in these lands, but for all the Christendom. It is renowned for its help to the women, who cannot have children, as well as for healing the serious conditions. We will camp in a camping that offers us a great view.
Day 9. The Clock that Stressed the Royal Parrot
The House of the Judge in one of Romania's most beautiful medieval towns has an impressive history. It was also the place where justice and executions were distributed, depending on the social status. The wealthy people were decapitated, the common thieves were hanged, and the witches were burnt on the stake. The trumpeters from the House’s Tower were informing the population about calamities or invasions. The tradition has been preserved today for tourists. The trumpeters play Ciprian Porunbescu's Operetta “Crai Nou” (“New Moon”), an operetta that premiered in this city, within walking distance of the House the Judge. The clock at the Town Hall was one with a mechanism and figurines. It had a doll that moved and at the certain hours beat the gong. The clock was on the brink of destruction when the city was occupied by the Habsburg army. On the opposite side of the House of Judge, in the Emperor's House, lived the Austrian commander, whose parrot was very stressed by the sounds of the clock. He ordered to gather all the garbage in the square where the clock is located, until its sound will be turned off. It was almost a war, because this clock was the pride of the city. Earthquakes, lightnings and fires turned over the House of the Judge, but the building survived. The House of Judgment was on the brink of demolition in the communist era. Contrary to all expectations, the Communists decided to not demolish the House because it was a relic of the bourgeois past, and it fitted perfectly as a place where the workers, peasants and intellectuals will gather and listen the new governors' exhortations. The building had to disappear to make room for a large crowd. We will camp in a wonderful camping.
Day10. The Fortress of the Fairies
The fortress of Ileana Cosânzeana is a mysterious fortress. A legend says that Ileana Cosânzeana kept here her fortune, guarded by a cock sleeping once in 7 years. So the only moment when the city's doors were opened to see the fortune was when the cock was asleep, and the one could enter. Another legend says the fortune was guarded by a dragon and the only the seventh son of a family could enter only if one night before he saw an ancestor who told him about this fortune. Moreover, the castle door could only be opened on the day of St. George. In the Fairies’ Valley you can see the garden of Cosânzeana and admire bushes of rosemary. Here was the place where for thousands of years the brides were chosen. In the Fairies’ Valley the girls were gathering on the Saint Elijah’s Day to find their chosen one. Putting on the most beautiful clothes and jewels, they were dancing hora in their colorful blouses and waiting for the lads to come down from the mountains with the sheep to choose their brides. If the young people liked each other and their parents agreed on the dowry, then the wedding was taking place in the autumn of the same year. Today the tradition is still alive, but only symbolically.
Day 11. The Princess of the Air
Elena Caragiani was the first female student to a flight school in Romania and her move was not welcomed at the time when the flight and the planes were reserved exclusively for men. At the end of the courses, the approach of the youngster who wanted to fly at any cost has been stranded. Refused by the authorities, despite the numerous requests sent to the Ministries of Education and Defense to obtain the civil pilot license, Elena was rejected. Romanian officials did not consider it appropriate for a woman to become equal to men in the aviation world and fly side by side with them. Spiru Haret, who was the Minister of Education at that time, was one of those who rejected Elena Caragiani's requests. The young woman did not get discouraged and went to France. She enrolled at the Mourmelon-le-Grand Civil Aviation School. She attended all the classes and passed all the exams. It is said that at the final examination, the Romanian girl flew on a double-command plane, and skill with which she handled the aircraft impressed instructor. She saw with her own eyes her dream coming true on January 22, 1915, at the age of 27 when she received the license of the International Aviator Pilot. At the time the Romanian woman obtained the license, there were only 10 female pilots in the world. Due to the fact she could not practice in Romania at the time of obtaining the license, the first Romanian female pilot remained in France. At the age of 27 she was hired as a journalist in a French daily newspaper and worked as a war reporter. In the annals of the world press, Elena Caragiani is mentioned as the first war correspondent to make reports from the plane. She returned to the country in 1916, when Romania entered the war. She asked to be allowed in the fight to defend her homeland as a warplane pilot, but she was denied. After the request for entry into the group of the combat fighters was refused, Elena Caragiani made another attempt willing to contribute to the defense of the homeland. She asked to be allowed to carry sanitary materials and medicines and to participate in the evacuation of the wounded. In two years she made dozens of flights to help rescuing Romanian troops from the front. Her gesture was the first step towards later establishing sanitary aviation in Romania. During the Second World War, Ştirbei Palace was the place for the recreation of the Romanian aviators. So Marina Ştirbei established the first military sanitary squadron with female pilots, and the place near Dărmăneşti had a landing site for the planes. We will camp in a special camping near the castles of the interwar period.
Day 12. The Virgin's Rock
Panaghia was a beautiful girl. It is said that the Ursitoare (three fairies that determine the course of child's life in Romanian mythology) visited to gift her at birth. One of them took the darkness of the most obscure and moonless night, the depth from deep seas without bottom, fire and light from the light and fire of the brightest stars, fondness and gentleness from the eyes of the angels at the right hand of God and put them all in her eyes. Other one took tenderness and whiteness of the lily, blush of the roses and put them on her face. Third one spun from the mist the thin shadow threads and put on her head an adornment of a black and rich hair. And the God broke from his heart and soul the most precious part and gave it to Panaghia as soul and heart. And, in order not to be defiled by the mortal looks, Ursitoare have taken her to the highest heights of Ceahlau Mountains, beyond the kingdom of the clouds, and put her in the cave of Gideon the Hermit, the hermit bees fed her with their honey and in the serene nights they bathed her in a fragrant flowers’ dew. And Panaghia grew up and became beautiful girl, as beautiful as the only the tales can imagine. And from the heights of the heavens the Sun saw her, and, from the highest peaks of the earth, Panaghia saw the Sun. And they both fell in love. And the Sun was stopping for hours in its way from crossing the heavens to look at her, wrapping her in its rays. And the day has extended so much and the night so much decreased, that the twilight almost shacked hand with the dawn. And the night whined to the God. And the God was angry and punished the Sun to not rise from now on but hidden after the clouds, to no longer tempt with the charm of his youth the weak souls of the mortals and to not overthrow with his passions celestial and steadfast rules of the ages made by His own hands. And the commandment of God was fulfilled, and Panaghia has never seen the Sun in its full youth and in its heavenly beauty. Sorrow and grief filled her soul and her heart. Whole days and whole nights without sleep her cheeks were wet of tears. And at a time the God had mercy on her and sent the commandment of sunrise and sunset to hurry the lightest and sweetest of their winds to the high peaks of Ceahlau Mountains and to the forests that fill, like a mist, its deep ravines. And suddenly the divine voices climbed from the valleys to Panaghia, touched her face and dried her tears. There were the whispers of the wind with the leaves; there were the breezes of the east and of the west, coming with the distant fragrance of the blooming plains. The God fulfilled her will. and when she wanted to go down to the cave of Gideon the Hermit, she felt her legs rooted in the ground and could not move. She wanted to leave, but her body was cold and petrified. She wanted to raise her hands, but her hands were stuck to the body being also covered by the cold stone. And she tried to cry, but her attempt was in vain. And when he wanted to gaze to heaven again, the eyelids fall over her eyes and an infinite darkness covered her. Panaghia had transformed into a stone rock. It is said, however, that her heart did not harden, that even now it beats for the sunshine, for the brilliance of the flowers, foe the clouds on their white wings, for the sweet and comforting winds of sunrise and sunset. We will camp in a camping under the rock of Panaghia.
Day 13. The Fairy of Wealth
The locals say that a good fairy lives in the area. She carries sheep from one mountain to another to have more milk and punishes those who try to stop her. According to the shepherds, almost every year, a few days after the measurement of the sheep, fairy comes and takes the flock of sheep and the dogs accompany her. The flock disappears immediately after midnight and appears before the dawn. The shepherds are convinced that every time the sheep are “walked” by the fairy they give more milk. Often, the fairy tries to seduce the young and righteous shepherds. Those who have been fooled were carried from one mountain to another and never got married. The shepherds describe the fairy as very beautiful and with very long hair, which almost covers her. The presence of the fairies in Valea Mare made several places bear their names. Thus, in the Suhard Mountains, under the base of the Omu Peak there is the Garden of Fairies, from where the shepherds take in the summer some onions or some other vegetables that grow there. There is also the Fairy River in the area, the spring where the mysterious creatures bathe. We will camp in a very original camping, organized in a typical Romanian household.
Day 14. The Holy Friday
The legend says that when these lands were inhabited by pagans, there was a king in the area who wanted to Christianize the people. And as he had no money to build churches, the young prince went looking for the gold to secure the necessary funds. Along with his companions, he searched all forests and rocks, but found nothing but lead. Once, walking on the top of the mountains, he saw a shiny castle, and on the castle corridors he saw a charming woman spinning. The prince immediately noticed that the thread that the woman was spinning was made of gold, showing his disappointment about failing to find gold. Hearing her grievances, the woman tells him she will make him rich under condition he never ask who is she and disappeared, showing the prince Benes mountain. The prince and his companions began to dig and found so much gold that they could hardly carry it. Every day the prince returned to the charming woman telling her about the churches he built using the gold found. Curious about the one who had enchanted him with her beauty, the prince began to ask about her through the area. Seeing that the number of churches increases every day, the demons, which did not bear the smell of incense and the sound of the bells, began to put a spoke in the wheel of the prince by closing the road with rocks. Seeing the road closed, the prince thought this was the vengeance of the fairy, because he was interested about her, though he was told it is forbidden. Disappointed the prince left the area, and the fairy, who was no other than the Holy Friday, thought that the prince left her and destroyed her shiny palace and the mines where gold was found. We will camp in a camping near the highest waterfall in Romania.
Day 15. The Forest Girl which Kidnaps Men
The Forest Girl is considered in villages as one bringing evil, bad luck. It is a girl who sometimes appears as a young woman, sometimes as a very old one, with long hair to the ground, continuously weeping through the forest. She walks at the edge of the woods, stalking the stray hikes. It was a beautiful girl who had strayed through the forest when the night fell. But she did not get to sleep; she walked and walked until she found a path leading to the village. In a while a man dressed in black appeared in her way and told her to go after him for he will show her the way. But he took her to a stone house and there he spoke something incomprehensible, and transformed the girl so she no longer resembled herself. Then he took her clothes and let her out through the woods. But she could not go back and only walked through the forests. And whoever meets her just evil things he can expect from her, for she does not leave him healthy. She sucks his whole soul, changes him or kills him. It is said that the Forest Girl had a garden in the Gutin Mountains. An old man and an old woman spoke of their sheep being sick, they give just whey. In vain was everything they did, in vain was wherever they went, even to the priest, they could do anything until somebody told them: Go to the Garden of the Forest Girl and take some flowers from there and throw them over the sheep; then boil them and sprinkle the sheep with that water and you will see that they will get well. Well, after that, they got well. It is said that there was once a boy who had a girlfriend from a neighboring village. She was beautiful, like the morning dew. And the poor lad stood away with the sheep in the hill. But his beloved girl was coming to him every night. And they stayed together night after night. He was very happy and why he should not be? But the poor lad did not know that it was not his pretty girl who was coming to him at night. And, as he loved her much, once he put his hand on her back. And he felt it was like a trough. He was really scared and went away with the sheep for that was the Forest Girl. The Forest Girl walks and only comes to men. Only they have issues with her, the women do not. The men have to carry a linden rope, for then the Forest Girl could do nothing to them. One of them had no such rope. When he was the shepherd with the sheep, the Forest Girl came one night to him; he took her and threw in the fire. The Forest Girl usually looks like a high ugly woman with a long hair. We will camp near a very beautiful lake where we will also say goodbye.