Travel is all about expectations, right? One person tells you a destination is fabulous and you arrive to find the opposite and vice versa. It’s all subjective and, no matter whose opinion you trust, travel is truly an individual pursuit.

When I landed on the tarmac in Bucharest, I expected to arrive in a city where cement was king. I could have bet money that the only thing to do in Bucharest was to visit block after block of communist-era, all-purpose museums, restaurants and bars built of, you guessed it, cement. How wrong could I have been?

Not only was the drive from the airport to the old town, one of the prettiest and greenest of any I’ve visited (easily beating the M4 in London), but every […]