It has been 2 weeks now, since we came to Bulgaria for our summer vacation. So many things have happened, especially when compared to the slow easy and boring life we’ve had in Vegas for the past 2 years. I have to admit having family around is great. You feel connected and in our case the free babysitting is a manna. Plus there’s nothing like a good grandma taking care of your kiddo, you know he will always be spoiled rotten.
On the other hand (and this is a biggie) there is no chance of privacy whatsoever, something that I have always cherished and kept on a big pedestal. Frankly, I need to be left alone with my own thoughts for at least 2 hours daily. Daily. Not biweekly. Needless to explain, you just cannot have it all, Alex!
We somehow managed to fit in so many things in 2 short weeks – go to a little beach getaway on the very South point of Bulgaria for 3 days and meet our great friends there, sleep past 7 am (yes, the jet lag is still around). Also we went to the Northern part of the Bulgarian sea coast with a couple other friends and had a great time at a hidden village, went to the famous sea mussle farm and tried some fancy dishes. On top of everything we managed to get sick. Today is the first day that I am not sneezing, coughing and puking my guts all over my mother-in-law’s toilet. Did you picture THAT?
Those nasty summer viruses are particularly cruel to all foreigners, used to the sterile environment of the bacteria-free, germ-free, fat-free, lactose-free and fun-free world of the States. Presently all our efforts are pointed towards keeping Sami safe and virus-free, and thankfully his little body has not succumbed yet. I believe it’s because of all the love and attention that is pouring in his direction. Good job, handsome!
As most Bulgarian kids, I used to spend my childhood summers at my grandma’s village. It is a symbol of carefree and airy sunny days. We took Sami there and he had the chance to play with toys that my grand-grand father had made himself; toys that I used to play with and also my father… it was bittersweet.
My grandma had made my all time favorite sweets…She is such an inspiration!
There is no place like home. In many occasions, I would disagree with the above, but when it comes to food, I think home is “the place”. I have been missing the freshness of the vegetables, the warmth of the bread, the taste of homemade herbs and spices, so typical and so rich. There is nothing like the flavor of true food, made by my grandma’s hands.
Today was a tough, heartbreaking, lonely, difficult, distressing, bleak memorable day. I broke a cardinal rule of mine and went to the cemetery to lay down my father’s ashes. I am struggling to remind myself that he will always be inside of us, and his aching body was the only one I said goodbye to.
In Bulgaria now…but decided to post an old “draft” to shake off the dust in here.
- Sami’s laughter
- a good joke
- polka dots
- hot espresso
- a good old song
- mountains and rivers
- Stoyan’s silhouette when he comes to bed, way after I am asleep
- crispy hotel sheets
- idiotic comedies
- ‘tres leches’ cake
- talking to my grandma
- a glass of red wine by the fireplace
- Sami caressing Stoyan’s face
- old school psychoanalysis
- macadamia nuts
- my job
- taking an early morning yoga class
- entering the ocean with my clothes on
- silver vintage rings
- goat cheese with strawberries and almonds
- that particular time of the day when it’s not dark yet, but close to
- my friend Tina
- Sami saying ‘mama’
- homemade beans
- The Office’s Dwight Schrute
- booking a trip
- assertive people
- orchids and tulips
- the smell of a new book
- Stoyan’s embrace
- old school home phones
- champagne with pizza
- Sami’s eyes
- sleeping past 8 am!
- getting a pedicure
- frozen yogurt
- black cats
- a cloudy day in the desert (or a sunny day in the winter)
- Pink Floyd
- green tea
- movies that move me
- doing nothing
- my father’s hands
- folding Sami’s tiny shirts
- calling a friend in the middle of the night
- small movie projects
- my ipod
- cheese fondue
- my mom’s laughter
Spending the most of my 20’s in sin city has been a true roller-coaster. Maybe because it was my 20’s and many things do happen in life while at that age, maybe because it is the city that never sleeps…but by the bags under my eyes you can tell I did live here! Man, the things we went through! I can just spread my mind on a table and start throwing random memories around. Sweet, bitter, sour…all tastes.
I clearly remember the day we arrived. It was dark and we have been driving from LA after 2 days of flying around the globe to get there. Bushes after bushes of thorny desert vegetation and hours of delirious state of mind could not have averted us from being amazed at the grandeur of million bright lights, fusing colors and constant motion. This phase lasted a whole oblivious month. We surrendered to this amazement that you get when discovering a whole new universe.
*this is our first photo of America, somewhere between LA and Vegas. Let’s see what the last one will be.
Work. Day and night. It totally gave us the independence that comes with having enough money so that you don’t have to worry about your fridge ever being empty. It gave us much more than this. We could travel and explore, and do things we enjoy. We went to New Zealand and we knew that we will be back there. We touched dolphins in Costa Rica. Well, they came because they know when a woman is carrying a baby. It is an old wife’s tale, but I so believed in it. The dolphins knew before I knew.
We devoured the world with eyes wide open. And then it goes…we skydived above lake Taupo, we ate oysters in Huntington beach, we had wine in wineries along California, conceived our son in total bliss, and we welcomed him in absolute amazement; we snorkeled in the turquoise waters of Jamaica’s beaches; saw and felt the Grand Canyon; got an English bulldog and she slobbered our lives; lay on the beach in Mexico gazing at the pelicans for hours; had sushi at 5 in the morning; went to clubs and concerts; saw “The dark side of the moon” by Roger Waters and did not stop crying during the whole show; we had the best coffee at New York’s famous Soho; we bowled in the middle of the night in Boston; enjoyed Bellagio’s transfixing fountains whatever chance we had; dined in the most exquisite world renowned restaurants; owned our first home that we adore; slept on an island in Fiji with no electricity, water, and with the door open; had soup in a bread bowl on the pier in San Francisco; saw Sami take his first steps; visited museums, galleries, shops, but mostly restaurants; experienced all kind of exotic cuisines; traded our TV for a fireplace (a great choice); had a couple’s massage in China town, we even had our own garage sale…
We missed Bulgaria tremendously. We cried, we laughed, we mourned. We studied, worked, changed a million diapers, faced the biggest challenge of becoming parents, namely being responsible for another human being. We opened up, we evolved, we regressed. Got sick and then healed. We experienced a hell of a lot and then we got bored. We got anxious, itchy. Ready to move on.
I am so grateful for my life. I am counting my blessings.