Sighisoara medieval citadel

The citadel was built in the 12th century. 

View from the Clock Tower

More Praid salt mine

Biserica (church)

Underground adventure

Praid salt mine

Puppies and family

Last week we went over to my great-aunt's farm in Carligi. We went there to celebrate her birthday. My grandpa's five sisters and his brother were there, too, and I got to see them again. They met my brother for the fist time. I also got to meet four little puppies--they are my great-second-cousins! Crazy, right? They were only four weeks old. They are older than me but younger than me! I liked the light brown one that is next to the white one in the picture. They were really hungry and got some milk from the cows. I played with the brown one until it got sleepy and then I put it on a blanket that I made into a cave so the warm air would stay in and he wouldn't get cold, because it is bad for puppies to get cold because then they would get sick.
Then after that I put him back in the little dog house and got the other brown one and a white one (the one with the spot on its back).

I also got to meet all my grandpa's sisters (five of them) and his brother! Then we drove to Bacau and spent the night there, and then went back to Iasi where my mom grew up.

The next day we went back to the village and I played with some kids there, named Alex and Alexandra, and we caught many chicks and held them. We also picked strawberries and cherries from the garden. There was also a dog with six puppies there (just one week old!) and we couldn't see them since they were under the pig pen--which didn't have any pigs.  My aunt got one puppy out for a little bit, but then put it back because it was too little. I wanted to put little stockings on it but I didn't realize it was that little!

In the mountains

A few days ago we went to the mountains (the Carpathian Mountains). We hiked all the way to the top of one mountain where there was a cabin called "Fantanele", which means "Little Fountains" and I don't know why, because there weren't any fountains! We saw a pine tree that had fallen down from a storm, and it was much easier to climb it sideways than climbing vertically! (I just walked on it). The pine tree leaves smelled good, so I took some branches that were on the ground and put them on a rock. I didn't want to lose them so I put signs all the way to the top of the mountain with sticks and rocks. I put sticks and rocks behind trees, behind mossy places, and in tree stumps that were really broken and old, so you could put the sticks in easily. On the way back down the mountain we saw the sticks that I put there and followed them. After that, we crossed two little streams that didn't really have a name yet, which is funny because on top of the mountain where the cabin was, there was that word "Fantanele" that meant "little fountains", and were no fountains.  Then we went back home where we were staying with my mom's friend. There was a river right in front of the house, so we had to cross a bridge to get to her house. (My mom accidentally dropped her sunglasses in that river when we fist got there (uh oh!)).

The second day there in the mountains I ate my first "salcam" (salkuum) flower which you can see in this picture. It tasted really sweet and it smelled really good, so we took some of their seed and are going to try and plant them. My mom liked those flowers when she was little, too. Next, we went to the side of the river and found little sticks and made a little raft for bugs and tested it out and watched it float away, but then we caught it in the river with a really long stick so we knew it worked, and there was one bug on it, I think it was a spider, but it wasn't poisonous (it must have been a water spider). That was a lot of fun! 

Holding the chick

Last week I visited my great uncle's house and saw the chickens that he had. I wanted to touch one, but I was scared that their mom (in Romanian it is called "closca" closhka) would jump on me because my mom told me that when she was little she wanted to hold a chicken and the mom thought she was going to steal the chicken or something like that (but she was just trying to hold it) and it jumped on her! She ran away into the house and the chicken flew off off her. My grandma (in Romanian, "Bunica" booneeka) caught one because it ducked under the fence to my great uncle's garden. There was a black one and a yellow one. The big chicken was on the other side of the fence so she didn't see my grandma and didn't fly on her. She gave it to me and I was kind of scared that it would peck on my fingers, but my grandma said that it was little and wouldn't really do any harm because its beak was really little and didn't hurt. "Closca's" beak would be much more hurtful than the baby chick's! Zach wanted to hold it but was scared because my mom had told him the mother chicken would jump on him if he touched the babies. So, Zachy asked mom "Is the big chicken gonna  jump on me?" Then we ate soup ("bors" borsh) and left.

Cherry grape

Is it grapes? Or is it cherries? That is the question...

This is how I made my cherry grapes :-)