There’s nothing quite as bittersweet as the last day of a trip. We wandered around the city of Sofia, browsing the shops and the sights, trying not to think about the fact that the hours were running out.
Day 1: Getting to Varna
Thursday morning found us sleepy-eyed at the bus station, continuing the hunt for iced coffee, but otherwise ready for the journey to the coastal city of Varna. The six-hour bus ride was a lovely way to see the countryside. When I was little and we’d drive to the sea, my grandmother would always show me the storks nesting on the tops of telephone poles, and this trip I was lucky enough to spot a nest! I wasn’t lucky enough to get a picture, though.
I was 14 the last time I visited the country in which I was born. I had some understanding and appreciation of the culture and the history I encountered, but this time around I’m even more appreciative. These past two weeks have been packed to the gills with visiting family and friends, sightseeing, beach-going, and even traveling to another country altogether. I’m grateful that images have metadata since that’s made the organization and timeline of this trip a lot more straightforward. And off we go!