Grandparents' house

At the edge of the Transursoaia road, hidden between gentle hills and fir forests, is the grandparents' house — a small wooden hut with a high roof and a smell of wood. Here time flows more slowly: the mornings are quiet, with thin fog over the meadows, and the evenings gather around the table, with old stories and peace as far as the eye can see. A simple, warm and welcoming place, where nature is two steps away and worries remain far away.