“Livin’ in Slivin” was fun. The city will hardly make it to a tourist brochure handed to visitors to this country, but we are not one of those. We are … Continue reading
Quite unplanned we stopped in Kalofer, the birth place of one of Bulgaria’s national heroes – Hristo Botev. A poet, but more so a revolutionary, he features brightly in our … Continue reading
“Do you know how much we paid in that fancy restaurant in Amritsar?” calls Mr.Blab from the other room.
“I dont know…$30?” I am not really interested in the answer, more … Continue reading
Our home for a few days. I cannot stop looking at those blossoming trees everywhere. If you were wondering, most of them are plums.
Early spring has awakened the vegetation in theÂ folds of the Middle Mountain where Koprivshtitsa is tucked. A place that has a special place for Bulgarians. Walking into house after … Continue reading
“You have more pages than Matt Damon!” exclaimed Mr.Blab after flicking through the latest edition of Grazia magazine. There, tucked in the later part of the publication, are three pages … Continue reading
Sick and tired of waiting for me to write about our resting spot in Sofia, longing for a post like the one I made about our Kyoto house,Â you take … Continue reading
Cough…cough…choke…isn’t there someone around to dust this place!
“I will do all of these things when we stop traveling” said she and a few weeks later found herself in the same … Continue reading
I left this country about 16 years ago, Ð° young boney girl in search of something. It was about 8 years after communism fell and the future was still not … Continue reading
All covered in white and red, we welcomed March in the warmth of our apartment in the center of Sofia.
Baba MartaÂ (grandma March) comes around and is meant to … Continue reading