nessebar, bulgaria

Well, this post is a complete cop out. I admit it. I embrace it. And so should you, because today we're doing the tried and true post in which I just let the pictures do the talking. Basically.

(but now I'm about to do some talking as well so I guess I just lied to you right up there ^^^)

And you're right. Such a post doesn't do justice to the places I've been seeing. You don't understand the thrill of the bus ride along the coastal mountains, in which I fully accepted that I was going to die as our bus went up on two wheels with every switchback. Nor can you relate to the hilarious situations we got ourselves into on a daily basis due to self-timers and dance moves. You haven't met John Lee, an elderly Australian we ate lunch with and who can drop facebook lingo in a conversation like a 13 year old. You didn't get a free piece of cake at the restaurant because the waiter was just so dang cool and you didn't get invited to karaoke night by a group of Bulgarian men.

Those are the things that make traveling so awesome. But the pretty places don't hurt either.

peace and 50 cent ice cream cones. 

twice a day.

rrw

varna, bulgaria

Remember that one time me and three other 20-somethings traveled through Bulgaria entirely on our own? Yeah. That was a miracle. After establishing our home base in Burgas, we did a few day trips to nearby coastal cities. We loved them all.

The first we went to was Varna. Now, I haven't recounted all the adventures we had while en-route from Kiev to Burgas because to do so would take more time than Nicholas Flamel has on his hands. But let me assure you that there was some crazy business going down. And I loved it.

BUT. The point of that was that we met and befriended the most wonderful person alive. Iliana. She was our little Bulgarian angel who took pity on the four completely bewildered Americans. It is because of her that I'm not currently lying on the floor, crying, in the Sofia Airport. This angel-woman lives in Varna, so after exploring around the city a little bit, we met up with her again to eat some ice cream, visit her favorite spot on the beach, and talk about gypsies.

Our first stop of the day: THIS GIANT FARMERS MARKET.

Best bananas of our lives.

Whaaa....free water?!

 Andrew decided to become Eastern European.

These boys don't know how to feel about it.

But hey, they wanted to be in the picture so they're cool.

Poor Iliana.

She didn't realize what she had gotten herself into.

ILIANA

 ^^^ It kind of became tradition, ok?

And these ^^^ are the awesome people I got to spend my week with.

And then there's me.

hey boys hey.

These two photos...just make me laugh.

OF COURSE he wasn't looking.

And of course this is how I reacted.

give me back my camera...please?

I just super lucked out with these people.

The day ended with a beautiful sunset and us walking down a sketchy road to catch our bus back home. Which in all reality became a sort of theme of the vacation. Us. Walking in sketchy areas. Good times. GOOD times.

peace and laundry

my clothes are literally hanging on every possible area of our apartment. these ukrainians i live with are way too good to me.

rrw

the black sea and me

I'm in Bulgaria. Just let that soak in a little. Or a lot. You choose the level of marinating you feel most comfortable with. I'm not here to dictate what you do. I'm just here to shamelessly brag about my life. Because shoot dang it's been unreal. Maybe I'll tell you all about my adventures sometime, because seriously, they deserve to be told.  But for now, I need to be sleeping. I'm catching hopefully a 5 am flight tomorrow back to Sofia to adventure around there. But I just needed to post something so that I could rub it in that I'm actually blogging from Bulgaria.

My life man.

Don't mind the hair. It's part of my look.

#sandalsarebetterthanshoes

yep. just made my blog a hashtag.

dealio.

jellyfish.

everywhere. 

obviously we need to work on having fun.

peace, bulgaria, and the black sea.

and viktor krum.

rrw