Pyrenees, Spain

Spain, Pyrenees is another magic place on this earth.

THE TALE OF THE FOREST by M.Eminescu

THE TALE OF THE FOREST

Mighty emperor is the forest,
High dominion does he wield,
And a thousand races prosper
'Neath the shelter of his shield.

The moon, the sun and Lucifer
Do round his kingdom ever sphere;
While lords and ladies of his court
Are of the noble race of deer.

Hares, his heralds and his postmen,
Carry rapidly his mails;
Birds his orchestra composing,
Springs that tell him thousand tales.

Midst the flowers that grow in shadow
By the streams and in the grass,
Bees in golden clouds are swarming,
Ants in mighty armies pass ...

Come, let us again be children
In the woods we loved of yore
So that life, and luck, and loving
Seem a game and nothing more.

For I feel that mother nature
All her wisdom did employ
But to raise you over living
And of life to make your toy.

You and I away shall wander
Quite alone where no one goes,
And we'll lie beside the water
Where the flowering lime-tree grows.

As we slumber, on our bodies
Will the lime its petals lay,
While in sleep, sweet distant bagpipes
We will hear some shepherd play.

Hear so much, and closer clinging,
Heart to heart in lover's wise,
Hear the emperor call his council
And his ministers advise.

Through the silver spreading branches
Will the moon the stream enlace,
And around us slowly gather
Courtiers of many a race.

Horses proud, as white as wave crests,
Many-branching horned stags,
Bulls with stars upon their fore heads,
Chamois from the mountain crags.

And the lime-tree they will question
Who we are; and stand and wonder,
While our host will softly answer
Parting wide his boughs asunder:

"Look, o look how they are dreaming
Dreams that in the forest grow;
Like the children of some legend
Do they love each other so".

English version by Corneliu M. Popescu

Beauty of the nature and a good desert "papanashi"

We wanted to reach that top at Lacul Roshu and we did :)

Lacul Roshu is a natural storage lake at 980 m altitude, near Bicaz, at approximately 26 km from Gheorgheni city (Harghita County), on the national road 12C, in the resort with the same name.
The lake has the form of letter "L". It's about 10 m deep and has 2830 m circumference.

The lake was formed in the summer of 1837 when, after some abundant rains, a great quantity of rocks and debris slided from the Northern side of the Killer Rock, blocking the Bicajel river. The water have accumulated and formed a natural storage lake. The magic of the lake is amplified by a lot of truncks of the old fir trees, which come out from the water passing through the image of Little Suhard mountain reflected in the lake's water. The name Lacu Rosu - Red Lake - comes from the reddish alluvial soil brought in the lake by its main tributary rivers. The lake is unfortunately in danger because of the great quantity of alluviaal transported by the same tributary rivers: Rosu, Licas, Oii (sheep's river), Suhard and Ghilcos (Killer).
The local tradition keeps two legends about the lake origin:

It is said that in old times, in Lazarea village, was living a very beautiful girl with the name Estera. One day she went to the fair in Gheorgheni. Here she met a handsome and strong lad, so strong that he was able to fight with a bear. They fell in love immediately and the lad asked her to be his bride. But the wedding did not take place because the lad was taken to army. The girl waited for him. In the evenings, when she went for water to the spring, she sang so sad that even the mountains were touched. In a Sunday afternoon Estera was seen by a thief. The thief lifted her and ran away as quickly as he could, up on the Little Suhard mountain were he was living. He promised Estera gold and silver only to love him, but the girl didn't want to hear that. The thief lost his patience and forced her to marry him. He cried to the mountains, begging for help. A big rain with thunders and lightnings had started, wiping off all in its way and a part of the mountain came down.
The girl and the thief remained behind the rocks. After that the water from the mountain were gathered here forming the lake (Red Lake or The Killer).

The second legend says: On the meadow between the mountains was a sheepfold. The shepherds, seeing a storm was coming, have tried to shelter, but the Killer Mountain crushed down and buried them together with the sheep.


















Flowers we met on our way to Suhard Mountain

Meadow on the way to Suhard Mountain


Suhard Mountain from the bottom...long way up, but a very beautiful trek...

Autumn carpet

Angel next to my plane

coming back from my trip to Spain, over Mediteranean Sea an angel shape cloud appeared under the plane I was into and His shadow on the surface of the sea left me mute, fortunately I found my camera and took some pics to share with all of you.......