This is what we saw...more is what we would have liked to capture, but we were arrested by a friendly villager who insisted on becoming fast friends! He stopped his car in the street and started chatting away in really fluent Bulgarian...go figga. He insisted that we exchange phone numbers, said he would call next week with a time that we go with him to his home and share a meal. Then wanted to see the progress on the work in the house, then upon leaving, after proclaiming how good this old place could look, insisted on giving us his "Bulgarian Bread" which had been keeping him company while riding shotgun in his rather dodgy car. love it!
Progress is sure albeit slow in the kitchen area. Jean-Pierre simply loves to be able to solve problems that arise...bless him.
From Dimiter and Marianna's kitchen, the view of their garden is a magnificent blast of colour. Last Thursday we had dinner with them... two hours of solid Bulgarian, no hope of translation besides that which you can come up with on your own, is ENOUGH! We were exhausted when we got back home. But had a great time.
This still remains pretty,
Our Bulgarian 'home' - spotted from the forest on the northern edge of the village, thanks to the blue window frames!
Early morning walk on the top of the village Saturday morning. What a lovely time of day. Sitting with my back against a tree listening to the birds...among the birds, one only could I recognise... a cuckoo!
And that's just because it speaks the same language as my mothers old wooden clock ...
on my way home...
At home... still loving it.
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