This year had everything, good memories, challenges, lessons, new variants, depending on your frame of mind. I’m grateful that after a long time, I was able to travel to Vienna, go on a journey in Tuscany, attend a concert in Berlin, to enjoy a meal at a restaurant in Bologna, meet friends in Madrid or visit a museum in Bucharest.
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Art inspired from Romanian mythology and traditions and carved in wood, sandstone and later bronze or marble. From Târgu-Jiu and Bucharest to Paris, via Munich until New York. Every year, on the 19th of February, a tribute is paid to honor the memory of genius artist Constantin Brâncuși, pioneer of modern sculpture. But the Brâncuși Week starts today.
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Three recommendations with love, from the heart of Transylvania and one cliché, as usual. The historic region is synonym with mystery, but travelers must look past Dracula to discover it properly. It has much to offer, from nature, adventure, mountains, fortified cities, Saxon villages and yes, appropriately spooky castles.
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An event that started in Paris is now almost everywhere in the world. Every year, ib spring, around the 18th of May is celebrated the International Museums day. Galleries and more other cultural places join every year the “Museum night”.
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Hometown and first love. I wrote about many trips and my life in Germany & Belgium, but writing about my home city proved to be more difficult than I thought. Maybe because I don’t live there for many years, the touchable memories mixed with my imagination.
Or perhaps because I was taking it for granted, like we always do with our hometown.
The Festival George Enescu at the Atheneum lasts a month every 2 years in September and is without doubt the biggest cultural manifestation that Bucharest has at the moment.
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I belong to several cities thanks to my destiny of choice of a wanderer. Or vagabond :). Maybe a native skill is that I feel at home in many places. But I never experienced the feeling living in Bucureşti– belonging, that I could easily fit in, but still be free and on a journey.
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