Most, if not all of my travels are active. I don’t have holidays where I rest, because I always seek to go in a new place, see and walk as much as possible, visit as many museums, go from place to place, try to understand the past, present and future of that place, take pictures, eat traditional food and talk to the locals. If, during my travels, at the end of a day I am not deadly tired, then it has not been a good enough day. Jokes left aside, I consider myself an active traveller, not the sort of tourist that in the summertime just goes to a resort to sleep, lie on a lounge chair and get tanned, eat tones of food from the all-inclusive hotel and return home the same person as before (only fatter and with darker skin).
This June, though, I experienced something different from any of the two situation described above. Together with a handful of fellow travel bloggers, I went to Vama Veche, a Romanian seaside resort on the shore of the Black Sea, close to the border with Bulgaria, to take part in the opening of a beach bar & hostel. I say it was different not because the trip didn’t include active moments (oh, it had, and I will write all about them in a future post), but because our destination was one of the few (if not the only) Romanian summer resorts I had avoided for all my life. Commonly known as a place for students, backpackers and hippies, I never felt to fit in there…until now. Continue reading