Travel to Romania as a Digital Nomad

Travel to Romania as a Digital Nomad

Should you travel to Romania as a Digital Nomad? Absolutely! Romania is highly underrated and I found it safe as a female, solo traveler.  Definitely lots to see and explore, adventurers!

Read this story about the time I failed at napping on the side of a mo,ain in an isolated spot in the Oriental Carpathians!


It was that afternoon pull to nap that made my eyelids heavy.

I had spread out my performance jacket to keep the moisture from seeping into my clothes at the heaviest and most uncomfortable bits and was nearly asleep on the grassy mountainside. That's when the dog jumped for my face, tongue and tail wagging with equal enthusiasm. The dog had a short, cream-color coat and had recently given birth from the looks of her sagging belly and teats.

The barking continued in the distance as several more dogs cleared the trees. A marbled collie, a white lab, a retriever mutt and the springiest, silliest Labrador puppy. He was creamy gold except for the vast swathes of mud that spotted him. The largest across his forehead and down his back, giving him the appearance of an inverse skunk.

They were on top of me, vying for attention when the source of the barking made himself known. A huge St. Bernard bounding into the clearing and continued its violent bark. And like Disney himself had cast the scene, a smaller, blonder, female St. Bernard followed with gentler barking. The male had something around his collar and on closer inspection I realized it was not a small cask of liquor, but a thick tree branch cut down to match the proper size like a doggie cosplay.

That's when I heard the strange whistling and looked to the crest of the mountain. Small, round trees broke the top of the hill growing rapidly like a time-lapse video. Their long shadows grew into sheep as they began their noisy descent. I stood and gave the eager pup a final pat on the head, realizing in a moment of absolute cosmic comedy that it wasn't mud at all but rather sheep shit. The filthy pup squeezed between my ankles as a shepherd came into view, holding a tall staph and draped in long, light clothing. He eyed me and didn't smile. Goats peppered the herd and were vastly more curious of me than their woolly counterparts.

As I turned to face them, the herd broke away to the right and a few to the left of me. The dogs had raced out of sight and to the lead while I was distracted. I took out my phone that I'd lost momentarily in the fray & captured a snippet of video to remind myself it was real.

Digital Nomad Starter Guide — Step 1

Digital Nomad Starter Guide — Step 1