;orchestar of your woe
alley-cat wails to ease your mind
rough hands
eager eyes
down here spit-shinin' pennies
into dollars on the dime.
There is nothing quite like the thrill of being, quite literally, lost, in a foreign country. Room, withing the borders of your limited knowledge, to relax. Time to ease into vague waypoint and semidirection, amidst the echoing of solitary footsteps.
Bulgaria happened. It was spectacular. Changes of pace in so many senses. Much needed refreshment. After a few nights in an almost-too-cool hostel, we drove through the mountains, visiting a village of revolutionaries and quaint guest houses, then, to Plovdiv. My, oh my, Plovdiv. Cobblestone streets, statues, galleries, ruins, hills, amphitheaters.
These are some pictures. There are lots more.
