BRASOV, Romania - Thick morning fog was lifting from Council Square, slowly dissipating as the sun pressed above the rim of the nearby mountains and pastel buildings glowed in the brightening light. At that moment, as the cool air carried a scent of burning from distant fields, it struck me that I was quite far from familiar things and that I loved being in Brasov.
I had arrived the night before, after a hundred-mile train ride from the capital, Bucharest, along a route that meandered through the lush Prahova Valley before climbing into the southern Carpathian Mountains that rim Brasov like a crown. I wanted nothing but to wander the streets, admiring the mix of Gothic, Baroque, renaissance, and romantic period buildings in the center, and possibly to sit at an outdoor cafe, drinking espresso. And that’s just what I did.