A U.S. Citizen and three Bulgarian tourists walk into an antique store in small town U.S.A.
No horse, no saloon, no long face.
A U.S. Citizen and three Bulgarian tourists walk into an antique store in small town U.S.A.
No horse, no saloon, no long face.
Twenty-two days in Bulgaria. My favorite vacation of all time. The capital city, Sofia, was my home base during my stay, with multiple excursions spent out in the countrysides. Beautiful People, Country, and Memories. Thank you Lucy, Vasco, and Sasha. I will be back someday!
On my return trip from Bulgaria, I successfully smuggled six items past the U.S. Customs and Border Protection at Dulles International Airport. A fifth of unlabeled homemade liquor, a large zip-lock bag full of something very illegal looking, a quart jar of honey, and three match books of assorted tomato seeds. Continue reading Tomatoes
(Part One of a multi-post story about an adventure in Bulgaria. Possibly entertaining. Informative by accident. Occasionally humorous.)
The good thing about the average age of someone having a mid-life crisis being redefined during the course of your lifetime is that you get to have multiple lapses in ‘mature judgement’. Just before my birthday a few years ago, I did what any middle-aged man would do. I purchased round trip tickets for ‘one adult’ on Austrian Airlines, packed a suitcase, and flew across the globe to the small, Eastern European country of Bulgaria.
I didn’t just spin the globe and stop it with my finger. Continue reading Bulgaria (Part-One)