not an ordinary morning

  Back at the end of July we headed to the little town of Kromidovo (near the border with Greece) to celebrate my buddy Metodi’s birthday. It’s a beautiful little village nestled at the foot of the mighty Pirin mountain and offers a nice break from the sometimes crazy Sofia. Not being a drinker, I …

no rest for the wicked

  Last Sunday around 5pm I had a choice — sit around and chill for the rest of the evening (no previous plans) or drive for an hour to visit my uncle, keeping in mind that I had to be back very early the the next morning which meant yet again not getting enough sleep. …