not so fist hearted

Its surprisingly easy to be back here. I have my qualms with American culture, but it isn't as though they didn't proceed my trip to Bulgaria. I miss a lot of things about Sofia, and I will continue to miss those things, but dammit, my friends and my parents here are really quite awesome and they are definitely worth coming home to.

Now I am off to the east coast. Not really sure why I am leaving, but I guess it makes sense. I have to fully greet my country before I can settle back in to life.

My livejournal post was much more profound... but right now, I really can't be bothered.

karadare reflections

The beach was beautiful. But I think I prefer mountains. Something about spending that much time relaxing really tired me out. In reality, we ran out of sun screen and I was so afraid of turning bright red that I spent most of the last two days sipping nescafe in the bar reading Palace Walk. It was quite nice. And a great way to reflect on the last 2.5 months of my life.

It was funny, Katerina was paging through a magazine on the picnic table and stumbled across a five page article on Minnesota. Is it a sign? Or maybe just a coincidence. Who knows, but I found it very amusing. I wanted to take the article, but I restrained myself.

Didn't see any dolphins or sharks, but I imagined them playing out in the distance. The waves were really strong, but I found that if I went in deeper I could ride over them more easily. I am a much better swimming than I think I am... Neither of the girls with me knew how to swim. Bon fire's at night with African drums and singing. Early mornings waking with the heat of the sun. Crashing around on the waves, walking along the coast, being treated to shopska salat by friendly Bulgarians, meeting English speaking Bulgarians at the bar... twas nice.

But I am happy to be back in sunny sofia where my friends and surrogate family reside.