TRANSYLVANIA, Romania -- Coming to Transylvania was my wife's choice, not mine. My reluctance had to do with Vlad Tepes, the bloodthirsty 15th-century Wallachian prince whom novelist Bram Stoker embellished into the bloodsucking Count Dracula to scare generations of children, myself included.
Terrified as a child, why would I want to traipse through Dracula's hunting grounds?
My Transylvanian experience, however, became anything but scary for me. Except for an overnight in Harman, a seemingly timeless village outside Brasov that boasts a 15th-century church and citadel, and where we left our windows open for the night and I let my eyes trick me into seeing bats under the eaves of the inn, I was not as spooked as I feared I might be. I was a rational, happy traveler, delighting in the new sights, sounds, and smells before me.
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