How to escape Bucharest without having a plan
From Bucharest to Campina, going to Valea Doftanei deep in the mountains. Crossing the Secaria to Comarnic to go to Sinaia and then back to Bucharest
Despite having a dreadful week and being so tired after such hard work, the moment Crina called and asked said to me “Let`s escape Bucharest and go somewhere, anywhere!“, I haven’t hesitated not even a second and I said “YES!!!“. I was already seeing myself lying in the grass with my eyes closed having my photosynthesis moment while listening to the wind passing through the tall grass around me. Having this in my mind we thought is better to avoid the most common places and chose the one where is less likely to see the Bucharest dwellers barbeque on the side of the road listening loud music.
Being there I wanted to see again the Iulia Hasdeu House. The house is a bit unusual and different from the Romanian architectural style and behind that choice is a very sad story. The house was built by the Bogdan Petriceicu Hasdeu a let’s say a genius of his times. He was a writer, psychologist, politician, philologist knowing 26 languages and the list can continue. The house was built for his daughter Iulia Hasdeu, also a genius child who died at the age of 19th. He was so affected by her death that he started to have spiritism sessions and he claimed that the plans for the house were given to him by his daughter during one of those sessions. The house is adorned with lots of esoteric symbols and definitely is worth to be seen although there is so much sadness within those walls.
We left the house where the sighs of a grieving father could be still heard and we were heading to Doftana Valley. It is the best alternative to Prahova Valley because although you might encounter people barbequing on the side of the road you can still find some remote places where none will disturb your need to be away from civilisation and enjoy some precious moments of closeness with nature.
We were following the road going north deep in the mountain hoping that somehow we will be able to reach Sacele on the other side of the mountain. The road turned to offroad and after 10 km become even more difficult to drive on it without having a terrain car.
We were having an Audi sports car and even so we were stubbornly trying to go where only a taller car would have been able to go. In the end a bit disappointed of not being able to go further we returned, I was about time because the signal on both our phones was lost and we had an incident with a falling rock so in case of something we were not even able to call for help
Now it was the time to go to the place I wanted to see from the beginning, Secaria.
I was dreaming about it since we left Bucharest. I always loved the feeling I had every time I went there. Placed between the mountains it offers a great view of Bucegi Mountains and my glance was going far sweeping the peaks on the way to the horizon.
Being up there and seeing all that beauty I felt that all the tiredness from the crazy week I had just vanished. I could see, feel and smell the green and how I was becoming part of the green.
Memories of my childhood, the few moments I spent in the countryside were triggered. I felt so happy and how my mind was little by little emptied from all the worries and stress. I forgot myself.
I was so tempted to run through the tall grass and sit on it, but I felt like I was doing an impunity. I was disturbing that Eden-like serenity. Right, there I wanted to be like a wild flower, to wave under the wind touch and stretch my petals when the sun is touching me.
I surprised my glance hugerly searching for flowers although I have seen tonnes of flowers all week and I was still so drawn to it.
There, hidden in the grass all the flowers seemed so fragile and delicate and I realised why I love what I do. I love the nature and flowers are part of nature, all the time I am trying to copy the nature, I find my inspiration in the middle of nature.
There, it was so clear to me that all my passions are interconnected. That my love for nature made me a traveller, wanting to see all its forms. Made me a florist, wanting to put in everything I do that magic touch I find in nature. Made me a photographer, to be able to capture the grandioseness of nature, a grandioseness that sometimes it is revealed only for one second. But one second is enough to capture a memorable photo. Made me a writer, wanting to share nature beauty and teach other how to open their eyes towards a beauty which is so close to them.
All good things come to an end, so we had to leave. From Secaria, we crossed to Comarnic a small town on Prahova Valley trying to return back to Bucharest. But going back home from Comaric is not an easy task, the traffic was an inferno. Instead of going back to Bucharest we decided to go to Sinaia and spend some time till the traffic clears up a little bit.
I never say no to the idea of going to see the Peles Castle and the park, although I have seen it so many times. For me, every time I am seeing it is like I am seeing it for the firs time, Besides lots of happy memories are connecting me to Sinaia.
Being late, the palace was closed so I could not see the garden, but I still enjoyed seeing the places I love.I said goodbye to Sinaia too and since the traffic was still heavy we took the route which was taking us to Moroeni and then to Tragoviste. It was the best choice and it proved to be quite fun. We were tired but the music was loud in our car and since I was not driving I was dancing and singing the entire time.
To escape Bucharest proved to be quite rewarding and it gave me the chance to see some places I love and to discover some new ones.
Will I do it again???
OF COURSE!!!!!!! This is only the beginning