![]() ![]() Pereții albi și acoperișul din șindrilă de lemn întruchipează parcă descrierile castelelor din basme.Ĭastelul de Lut este un loc de relaxare al călătorilor, un loc scăldat permanent în razele blânde ale soarelui și în pastelul infinit al florilor. Răzvan și Gabriela Vasile sunt proprietarii acestei minunății și castelul a fost proiectat cu scop turistic.Īcesta a fost realizat numai din materiale naturale (var, nisip, lemn, etc.), și, deocamdată până se finalizează tot planul, exteriorul este atracția principală. Seriously.Castelul de Lut Valea Zânelor este o destinație de poveste a județului Sibiu, care deși a fost construit relativ recent (2014), a devenit cunoscut și căutat după scurt timp.Īșezat la poalele Munților Făgăraș, locul este străbătut de râul Porumbacu și vizitat de numeroși turiști, mai ales în sezonul cald. Was this real life? I just wandered around a fairytale for the last hour. As we discussed our love for the place, the uniqueness of it all, and general wonderment of when it was actually going to be open to the public, I had to keep pinching myself. And for only 5 Leu a person ($1.22USD), it’s a steal.Īfter spending a good hour wandering around the grounds and getting our fill of the location, we headed back to our trusty little Dacia, lovingly nicknamed Chachi, and began the windy journey back to the main road towards our next adventure. There were little clusters of stumps and haystacks, creating the perfect setting for an afternoon siesta.Ĭastelul de Lut is a perfect example of an off-the-beaten-path adventure in the Transylvanian countryside: beautiful, unique, and surreal. Whenever we’d pass by a park or area with trees, inevitably there would be families having a picnic, lounging about, deep in conversation and just enjoying the time spent outside. Romanians love their parks and value the time they get to spend in them. One of the things about life in Romania that I learned about and LOVE is how much green spaces are treated. Romania was blowing me away with every adventure we took, every village and town we entered, every vista I attempted to capture through my lens. Instead, Nikki and I approached the water quietly, listening to the soft lapping of the brook, the soft laughter of the small children running around, and the wind rustling through the trees. Visitors wouldn’t have been able to move around as freely and take pictures that were devoid of tourists groups. Had Castelul de Lut been in the USA or a country in Western Europe, like France, the grounds would have been crawling with tourists. As we made our way to the water, I took stock in the moment. On the opposite side of the property from Castelul de Lut is a picturesque little scene: a babbling brook, surrounded by shady trees and a little picnic area. ![]() At one point I expected a dwarf to come knocking on one of the doors and inviting me on an epic quest. I guess they were busy…Īs we crawled around the 10 unique rooms, marveling at the style and individuality of each one, I was instantly transported to another time. Running up to the top of one of the towers, I channeled my inner Rapunzel and called for the woodland creatures to gather. Here we were in the middle of Transylvania, surrounded by lush trees and bushes, a babbling stream, farmland, and famous Romanian haystacks…we were in a movie. ![]() ![]() Look closely at the roof…how beautiful is it?!Īs my friend Nikki and I wandered around the grounds, I was stunned. The structure was built by the craftsmen from Maramures, a region in Transylvania known for beautiful wooden churches. Tucked away in the Transylvanian countryside of Romania lies the Castelul de Lut Valea Zanelor, translated to “Clay Castle of the Valley of Fairies.” This quirky, soon-to-be-open hotel is made entirely of clay, straw, and sand, with all 10 rooms having their own style. It looks more like something out of Alice in Wonderland or The Hobbit…what in the world is Castelul de Lut? Our GPS indicated that our destination was “just ahead on the left,” and we cranked our necks to see if it was visible from the car. The Romanian singing on the radio fading in and out as we edged our way closer to the mighty Carpathian Mountains, not far from the breathtaking Transfagarasan Highway. With windows rolled down, we rumbled along the loosely-paved roads, winding around trees and avoiding the occasional horse-drawn buggy. ![]()
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