More from Veliko Tarnovo

So I’d stubbed my toe, made a mess, got back to the hostel, didn’t cry.

Feeling kind of cranky, I took a nap. I went out to the lounge to ask for dinner ideas, and one of the guests (who had earlier been cooking toast and insisted on giving me one of his two hot pieces before putting new ones in the toaster, so I didn’t have to wait) told me about the restaurant he’d gone to the night before. When I asked for directions, he described them, but then said it’s about fifteen minutes away, why don’t I just walk you there.

Which he did. But the funniest, nicest thing, rather than one of those awkward hostel dates you never intended to be on, but get caught on sometimes, he walked me to the restaurant, said I hope you enjoy your dinner, I’ll see you at the hostel, and went off to find the post office to buy stamps. Nice guy.

I sat at dinner for an hour, felt like such a tool for ordering the “Mexican Salad” in Bulgaria, but I can’t describe how amazing this salad was. Lettuce, cucumber, baby corn, onions, chicken, ham, chili sauce, an egg, bread…
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Just as I was waiting to pay, a couple I’d spent time talking to at the hostel arrived at the restaurant for their dinner and invited me to sit with them, as well as Alex, another hostel guest. Bill and Barb have been married for over 30 years, traveled everywhere, from Australia.

Barb, dental assistant in Sydney, Australia, once did dental work on the woman who was the voice of Barb the dental assistant in Sydney in Finding Nemo.

I ended up being at at the restaurant for three hours total, talking to Bill about volunteering, charitable efforts, the mindset of American youth versus Australian youth, and adults as well, with regard to philanthropy. The topics went from Teach For America to No Child Left Behind to the poor planning of many cities in Australia and the United States that make them so unfit for tourism and pedestrians.

It was a very smawt sounding conversation. Hours later, Bill would circle back after goodbyes to tell me I have a bright future ahead of me and to call them if I ever need a place for me and even friends in Sydney. Anyone?

The next day, rather than taking the day train to Bucharest as I planned, I spent the day walking the town looking for the secondhand English bookstore. Hours walking. I didn’t even like walking to class a year ago. Oh, and in an adult clothing store, I walked out with a pair of XXL shorts…because that is what fit. Europe, you crush me sometimes.

Later, as we drank iced coffees (the ones that come with ice cream!) Tristan, originally a Sofia friend, would say “Don’t feel bad, maybe it stands for extra extra little.”

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4 thoughts on “More from Veliko Tarnovo

  1. Janae, it is 8:15am Sat morn and I sooooo want that Mex salad right now!!! Love the XXL crush me part….from your pix, I think your friend’s take is accurate.

  2. It’s possible that sizes are skewed there. I wore a size 12 in England (that does a job on the ol’ self-esteem)

    Also… totally down for Australia. Just sayin’….

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