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On to Bulgaria
... outside, is stunning inside with frescoes covering all the walls. Bulgaria was ruled by the Ottoman Empire for many centuries so there is a strong Turkish influence. The house we visited had Turkish style tables etc. We also stopped at a street with many artisans and very old cobblestone streets where I managed to buy a few small souvenirs. Our stop at the former capital Veliko Tărnovo was very picturesque. We had an excellent lunch with ...
Veliko Tărnovo
... and I didn't see it. Jared saved me. Who knows, human pee could have some sort of a "gremlin effect" on homeless Bulgarian dogs. You know multiplying when they get wet. Close call, but the dog still smelled better than the smelly German dude. Turnovo was an adventure. It really is a beautiful city. You should look at pictures online if you don't trust me. We also bought a really nice painting from a Bulgarian artist that we've loved for 10 ...
Veliko Tarnovo
... bulgares la veille, dans le village de Bozhentsi.
Nous décidons donc de ne pas nous attarder et d'aller jusqu’à Albanasi, où les maisons ressemblent beaucoup à celles de Bozhentsi, avec le coté touristique en plus mais surtout avec le charme et l’atmosphère du village en moins. Pour anecdote, nous avons assisté à l’arrivée hâtive d’un grand-père muni de ...
Notre coup de coeur bulgare
... rieur d’une grande maison où un feu de cheminée est allumé, elle nous vante la qualité de la cuisine d’une auberge et espère nous avoir convaincu à rester pour la nuit !
On décide dans un premier temps de rester manger ici pour gouter à la cuisine bulgare. Au menu : rakia (l’alcool local) servie chaude, cuite avec des tranches de pommes, salade aigre, poivrons farcis au yaourt (yaourt bulgare -très dense- cuisiné avec ...
What I Lost (And Gained) in Veliko Tarnovo
... studio in my head is shouting, but I move forward anyways, pulled in with no volition of my own.
Once inside, I switch on my flashlight and train in on my feet, walking slowly on the uneven, oft broken stones. My heightened heartbeat, quiet breaths, and light taps of shoes on stone add a hint of rhythm to the vamping of the wind through the leaves, an interminable pedal, clear and slightly menacing. As my eyes accustom themselves to the darkness, the forest comes alive, ...