Moldova is a small wine country that most people still treat as a layover rumor: Chișinău is a Soviet-wide capital with a surprisingly good restaurant scene, linden trees, and a nightlife that starts late. The reason to come is underground — Cricova's limestone tunnels and Mileștii Mici's claim on endless bottles — plus villages that pour the house red like water and mean it.
Money is the Moldovan leu (MDL), not the euro and not the Romanian leu. Cards work in the capital; cellar shops and village tables may want cash. Romanian is the language on the street (you will also hear "Moldovan"); Russian is common; English is fine in Chișinău wine tourism and thinner in the countryside. 112 is the emergency number. Plugs are Type C/F.
Eat placinte, a grilled meat that arrived with dill, and more wine than you scheduled. Marshrutkas are the real intercity network; a booked cellar transfer is how you still have a liver and a return seat. Transnistria is a different administrative reality — if you go, treat it as a planned border, not a cute day trip you invent at breakfast.
A first trip that works is Chișinău plus two cellar visits and one village lunch, not a race to every monastery on a map. Moldova is not "Romania but cheaper." It is its own table, and the tunnels are the cathedral.