When I first came to Romania in 2006, I was immediately captivated by this country. I experienced one of the most hospitable countries I have ever visited. During my stay, I roamed gently rolling hills and rugged cliffs, drove through seemingly endless forests and past flower and herb meadows with a variety of plants that I had not seen for a long time.
Just one year later, I returned to deepen these impressions. To date, I have traveled the country many times, experiencing and discovering the different regions.
At some point I had the feeling that I had arrived. Romania has become a second home for me – I’m actually infected with the wanderlust virus. Little by little the idea of spending the sedentary phase of my retirement here crept into my head. I began – although not really consistently – to look for plots of land, many of which are for sale. I had a clay house in mind.
Then it found me: an old Transylvanian Saxon house in the heart of Romania. I had never looked for something like that before, but it was a perfect fit. It took another year and a half until I was declared the new, legal owner by the notary.
This was the beginning of the balancing act of equipping the house with a modern bathroom and heating without losing the charm and character of the past eras. It takes time, love and a lot of patience to professionally renovate the house using the old methods and materials. With every step forward, we grow a little closer together.