Last night in Sofia

Sunflower fields of Bulgaria

Unlike the accounts of all my other travels, I am writing this time first about what I am feeling on the last night (of the first trip) here in Sofia. It has been a lovely journey for the most part – primarily because of having met really nice and warm people. It felt like India in some ways. Like yesterday, a nice young woman returning from her work, walked me (and a lovely fellow traveller who explored Plovdiv with me – more about that in when I will write the full post about Plovdiv) to the station when she thought we needed help in finding our way. Then there was this nice young man who sat beside me in the train returning back to Sofia after visiting his family in Plovdiv, who is in charge of making sweets at a nice vegetarian restaurant in Sofia I’d been to. We discussed food, philosophy and life in general, and forgot to ask the names until the end of the journey! And of course the nice tour guide in Plovdiv who wrote down for me the words of the Bulgarian song that some street musicians were playing when I asked him, even after the tour had ended.

And then today, I chatted away in my broken German with a lady at the shop where I was getting some souvenirs from. She is from Sofia but at some point had lived somewhere near Stuttgart. In her school time, it was Russian and not English that was taught. So she was more comfortable talking in German than in English. We managed :). It felt interesting being connected by a language that was foreign for both of us. Oh and how can I forget about the nice lady who took shelter under a scaffolding, right beside me when suddenly the skies opened up today afternoon. We started talking and towards the end I told her that I was actually on my way to find a restaurant for lunch and she recommended to go to the one which was right across the street. It was a good recommendation :).

And two days ago, the nice guide on our journey to Rila who told so many things to us besides the tour, like the little games from his childhood, the humor that kept people sane during communist times, stopping to show us stork nests in a village, giving us a glimpse into the life of people here.

I know some of the people’s names and I don’t know the others’ but in the end, I believe that we touched each other’s lives in some way, however briefly.

There are so many more things to write about but doing so on the mobile phone is proving to be very tricky. So I would stop here. Looking forward to writing soon and hoping to come here once again!

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