A Villanelle for Vin Fiert

Vin Fiert is wine that has been boiled with spices and fruit. On a cold night, especially during the holidays, it adds a certain magic to the air. It’s very sweet and aromatic and you want to have glass after glass until you have diabetes.

This is kind of how a conversation about Vin Fiert goes:

You: “Hey, want to go to the square and drink Vin Fie-…”

Me: “YES.”


Bonus: it keeps your cold butt from freezing to death because it is COLD outside!

(this is kind of what you see after a few Vin Fierts)


So here is a shitty poem in honor of Vin Fiert, my new favorite winter drink.

“A Love Song to Vin Fiert” (in Villanelle form) (with slant rhyme)

Walking in the snow with my Vin Fiert

Shiny, sparkling lights in the square

Drank my wine till it all disappeared.


Admiring Claudiu’s newly grown beard

Breathing in the smell of Christmas air

Walking in the snow with my Vin Fiert.


Jesus (din Espana?) in the manger – so revered

Thankful for my extra layer of wool knitwear

Drank my wine till it all disappeared.


After a few Vin Fierts, my vision had cleared

I think I’ll get another one, for the good of my welfare

Walking in the snow with my Vin Fiert.


Vin Fiert is only four lei? We cheered!

Despite hypothermia, we persevere

Drank my wine till it all disappeared.


My glass is empty now – hmm, that’s weird

Look – a gypsy dressed up like a bear!

Walking in the snow with my Vin Fiert

Drank my wine till it all disappeared.

The author enjoying her Vin Fiert


La Multi Ani!


New Year’s Eve was such a blast. We got to hang out with some of our friends at our favorite “get drunk and dance on the tables” kind of place: Deane’s! We started off pretty mild, just a few beers before midnight. We went to the square for the countdown, and it was incredible. It seemed like the entire town was headed towards the square. People were drinking champagne from the bottle – breaking glasses everywhere. Sparklers and roman candles pointed to the sky – we all counted in the new year together.

This is a country full of people who know what is important in life, and man, does it really show. Faces of happiness and joy, people celebrating with the ones they love. Cheering to another year of health and happiness. And then throwing their glasses on the ground 😀

Then we headed back to Deane’s for a long night of fun. We got bottle service (which unlike in America, was actually a better deal), and the rest is history. I don’t remember too much, except it was FREEZING and there were no taxis at 4:30am. I mean, come on. This is the night where you make your money, taxi people! But I guess taxi drivers gotta sleep, too.

Although my 2015 had a lot of ups and downs, I am in love with the way it ended. I finally feel like I have control of my life again, and I am so ready to live it.

Piața Sfatului


Piața Sfatului is a magical place.

I’ve been a lot of places, but none as beautiful as Brasov. In the center of this jewel town is the historic district – and Piața Sfatului. Last summer, I would sit at the fountain as the sun was setting and watch the colors of Tâmpa  change as the sunlight reflected from the mountain. The soundtrack of people talking and children playing on the cobblestones combined with the delicious warmth of a fresh covrig augmented the experience.


Christmastime in the Piața was just as wonderful. This time, the sound of soft snowfall hitting the roofs was complemented with the heady aroma of vin fiert, the hot wine sold by the adorable Căsuțe shops surrounding the tree. The Black Church, covered in snow, witnesses another year and remains a monument to time. Every time I walk down Strada Republicii, I know what lays at the end, but as I get closer, I still feel the rise of anticipation, no matter how many times I’ve visited.


I know other people feel it, too.