Sighisoara

We went to Sighisoara the next day. 2.5 hours there and 2.5 hours back. It was cute and I’m glad I saw it, but after a couple of hours, we were ready to leave. Maybe it was due to the pouring rain. I enjoyed poking around the citadel and the ancient graveyard. I wanted to see the torture museum, but we had to catch our train. We ate lunch at the Dracula café, the actual house where Vlad Tepes was born. That’s reason enough to go to Sighisoara. Melissa and I tried to order the tackiest things off the menu, like "Tomato soup a la Dracula" and "Vlad Tepes salad" but I broke the chain and ordered frogs legs, which were delicious.

A Cypriot man and his Romanian tour guide sat nearby and we chatted through our meals. He desperately wanted to meet us at the train station to ride back to Brasov with us. "Meet me at 16:20!" "The train doesn’t leave until 16:44" "Well, we’ll be sure to see each other" "We might…uh…stay later" "Well, I’ll be there at 16:20". Luckily, when we arrived at train station, we didn’t see him. However, when we got back to Brasov, he pushed past us, not even noticing whom we were. We ran and hid until he left our field of view. Nothing against him, but he kept bragging about how cheap Romania is, and how he wanted to buy land to sell it when Romania joined the European union, to make lots of money. Both Melissa and I were sickened and didn’t want to put up with 2.5 hours of this in a train.