Alas, I didn’t actually have spring break in Malibu Beach, nothing like the week of drunken revelry that sometimes happens in college. That’s not what this blog post is about. My sister and her boyfriend came to visit me and Ethan in Boston.
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.
After just one night in Sofia, the four of us (me, Yana, my mom, and my grandma) set off for a few days in Cyprus. The flight is about two hours from Sofia to Larnaca, made all the more enjoyable by the fact that we got seats with extra legroom.
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.
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.