Bulgaria

Pizza in our frontier house in Sliven

Pizza in our frontier house in Sliven

“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

Orthodox Easter in the foothills of Old Mountain in Bulgaria

Orthodox Easter in the foothills of Old Mountain in Bulgaria

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

 
Meet the sixth member of our family

Meet the sixth member of our family

“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

Kalofer snippet

Kalofer snippet

Our home for a few days. I cannot stop looking at those blossoming trees everywhere. If you were wondering, most of them are plums.

 
Koprivshtitsa – hard to pronounce, easy to take in

Koprivshtitsa – hard to pronounce, easy to take in

Early spring has awakened the vegetation in the  folds of the Middle Mountain where Koprivshtitsa is tucked. A place that has a special place for Bulgarians. Walking into house after … Continue reading

Matt Damon vs Snaps&Blabs or how we got more media coverage than him

Matt Damon vs Snaps&Blabs or how we got more media coverage than him

 

“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

 
So, you break into our apartment in Sofia..

So, you break into our apartment in Sofia..

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,  you take … Continue reading

Laziness equals jiggle and multiplying of the chin

Laziness equals jiggle and multiplying of the chin

 

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

 
My Sofia, 16 years later

My Sofia, 16 years later

 
I left this country about 16 years ago, а young boney girl in search of something. It was about 8 years after communism fell and the future was still not … Continue reading

Happy Grandma March

Happy Grandma March

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