Triada Sofia

... work we didn't get it set up to work abroad...oops. go outside to find the father...he's not there. ask where to get change and get pointed to a small exchange office. decided that we'd just get a drink at the cafe and get changethat way, picked up a can of coke and went to pay for it....5 LEV. gave a 10 and got a 5LEV note back. but we need change please....go to the bank we don't give change ...

... your veins. The junk courses through the internet to your friends and relations' Inboxes and Facebook profile, but you've moved on to a clever title for the next entry.<br><br>It doesn't help that I'm one of those stupidly compulsive people (you can ask Danilo). During college I would play computer games nonstop into the night, a tendency that only abated when I started working, and realized I had a new outlet for my compulsions ...

... leftover of Communism, or maybe it's part of the collective personality. Who knows? Strangely enough it seems in the Balkans that the more English they speak, the politer they are. Just the opposite is true in Thailand, where English is the language of aggression. At least now I know why Albanians considered themselves the nicest people in the world. They were comparing themselves to their neighbors! Sometimes personality traits like ...

... station to find our hostel. We weren't really sure exactly where our hostel was from the train station, but the website said it was within walking distance. I really wasn't in the mood for walking since I felt like an ice sickle outside and we weren't even sure which way to go, but Jared was determined to find it on his own and not take a cab. We would have taken one of the buses or trams, but we had no idea which one to get on and we really didn't want to end up in the bad ...

Leave Belgra 22:210 by train Arrive Sofia about 7 AM more than hour late. Delightful conversatin with three Paris sFrench students and English chem doctoral candidate. Fitful sleep. Put pack in left luggage and never really left large train station. 17:00 train to Thessalonica with reservation.l Share 6 seats ...

... the last quarter of a Premiership football match followed by highlights of Federer´s semi-final defeat. It was a sorry turn of events from the hopes I had held, yet in that moment it brought me the comfort of familiarity, and seemed a painless way to write off a forgettable day. The next morning, one look out of my hotel window drew me from my melancholic state. From a sky of vivid blue, the winter sun was rising over a nearby snowy mountain, lazily thawing the city from ...

Hey Guys, For the end of my short little trip around Europe I thought I better fit in some snowboarding. So we decided to head to Bulgaria where we got an apartment and took to the slopes for a week. I must say for my first time at this game I think I am now addicted and cant wait to go again. Although I have never been that sore in my life, muscles were sore that I did not even know existed! But I had a ball we had a wicked group with ...

... of the Presidential Building (Nicknamed the "Ministry of Silly Walks") before ducking back to our hotel to wait out the rain. Tomorrow we are heading east to Plovdiv for a few days, which our guidebook and friends all recommend as one of Bulgaria most appealing cities. Hopefully the weather will cooperate a bit more but regardless I'm sure we'll have some great experiences to report within a few days. Oh, by the way, &#1052;A&#1050;&#1044;&#1054;HA&#1051;& #1044 ...

... fast and have been craving something to read. Fortunately last week Valerie gave me her old copies of the New Yorker and the Atlantic. We also spent some time online. Desi, our language trainer, met us and we took a trambai - like a narrow trolley - into the center of Sofia. We had a long lunch at an italian place, walked to the Alexander Nemsky cathedral which is the best known landmark in Sofia, hunted down the only Dunkin Donuts in Sofia, and it was already time to come back home.

... NOS" meant. Eddie told me that it meant "nose". I couldn't stop there. I had to ask. "What did you write about my nose," I demanded. "I put that it was normal," he replied. "Well what would an abnormal nose be?" I asked. He said very matter-of-factly, "One that is shaped like an eagle." "Oh," I replied, "that makes sense." As it turns out these were old forms trying to weed out all the Turks. Very subtle. I'm sure it ...