All covered in white and red, we welcomed March in the warmth of our apartment in the center of Sofia.
Baba Marta (grandma March) comes around and is meant to … Continue reading →
Mexico, country number fifty something.
After a surprisingly smooth border crossing/car importing, spending a night in a city in the middle of vast parched spaces covered in no less than gazillions … Continue reading →
Big cities, even in ‘developing’ countries, provide the expected. But as they say, good things come in small packages, and in the case of travel, it often proves to be … Continue reading →
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