Sofia

So I seem to be in Sofia- I made it through my 16 hours of transit. I guess I got enough sleep on the plane that I am still awake at 11pm BG time (that's 3pm US time, kids). I lost 8 hours of my life in time zones, but i will get it all back in august. Bulgaria is crazy! Drivers are honking and swerving and driving 40 down narrow little roads with cars parked in both directions, up on the side walk, and anywhere else they can find to park! It is nuts! My hostel is near the center of the city (equivalent of down town sort of). It is an art hostel, so there is graffiti all over the walls and art exhibitions in the basement. The hostel clerk dragged me down to have drinks with him and some of his friends at the hostel bar, which i mysteriously didn't have to pay for. I couldn't drink too much since i haven't eaten since the breakfast meal on my first flight (flights don't like vegetarians) so I am just making a stop by the interwebs before heading up to my dorm. i am indeed going to have to learn cyrilic which is my plan for tomorrow. That and recontact all of my contacts to set up interviews. Sofia seems to be new york city without any money and with a history of communist artistic expression giving it an insane drive for western influence- but no huge buildings. anyway, Jess is really tired and needs to hit the sack before her stomach realizes it hasn't eaten in more than 16 hours.
Peace