Sighisoara is another ancient town, and used to be the center of Transylvania. I'm staying in the citadel, which is an old area atop a hill in the middle of what is otherwise a big, flat valley. We're way above the surrounding town, in a walled-off mini-city, with more cobblestone streets and 15th-century buildings, and more spooky old churches. This morning I was really feelin' it in the old knees from doing a lot of walking around the past week. What is "a lot of walking around" for me may not be "a lot of walking around" for you, but I'm carrying a lot more weight, so the prospect of climbing any stairs here (and there are lots of them) didn't seem too enticing to me when I woke up this morning.
That's one of the great parts of traveling alone, however: I felt like staying in bed until like 2 p.m., so I did. I read. I watched TV. I looked out my hotel window at the city below me. I'm on the third floor of the Hotel Sighisoara - no elevator, natch - so the view is kind of nice. A few hours of relaxing did me well, so I went out around three and started to explore. Unfortunately, most everything closes at 3:30 or 4 p.m. on Sundays, so I opted to stay another night here and will go out and attack the town (just as so many invading armies have done over the centuries) tomorrow.
Stay tuned for my next update after I get back from the Vlad the Impaler Museum (he lived here for awhile) and the Museum of Medieval Torture!
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Oooh, bring me home some thumb-screws from the Museum of Torture!
--Scott
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