Post from Varna, Bulgaria
Hey wonderful persons. I write only quickly now. As I agreed with Sevi to be at the internet cafe for half an hour, while she picked up food, and I've been here for over an hour, so I fear she will be angry. Which is not good, as we had our biggest fight ever. I'll spare you the details. In short: Everytime she had wanted to do something, we did it together, and I of course went with her, because it is good thing, for a couple to go together (especially if they only have 2 weeks together each year), but when I wanted to do one thing, Sevi said that I should go alone, because she wanted to stay at the beach. I thought this was rude, especially as she seems to act oddly, thinking we were supposed to be an item. As I often feel to be alone on a trip, as she is busy with so much else, and so many people else, she can talk to every day. Blah, blah, enough weeping. The ending was that I (being the super butch man I am - NOT) cried for the first time in 5 years. It was that bad, I usually never cry, and actually I didn't really cry this time, but merely two tears went from my eye over my cheek.
Such is life I guess. We are now living in a room in Varna. The flat is owned by a lady who is 75 years old, and she lives there too, and another guest. The lady ("Gozpozha Dimitrova" = Mrs. Dimitrova (she\s widowed) is actually very nice, and invited Sevi and I for dinner last evening. She is however most kind to Sevi, mainly because she's a female and because they can communicate. As I and Dimitrova can't communicate at all. She tried with finger language to tell about the news about the bombings that was supposedly prevented yesterday, and I made her telling out as: her family in USA go out and shoot pigeons or claypigeons.... almost the same? However, when we had dinner, the lady is a good drinker, and I also like the local "rakija" (a strong liqour, about 45%), and Sevi don't drink, so the lady liked to have someone to drink with.
I am now sitting at an internet cafe placed under a theatre. The internet cafe is spooky, as it is in a basement, hardly any light, spray painting of death, killings and skeletons all over the walls, and nerdy boys and men playing computer games...
Last year, on the last evening together, I bought her a ring to wear. And yesterday she lost it (she said on the beach). I am so devastated about this... Yes, I am.
That's all for now. I really have to go now. She's getting angry, I can feel it.
To everyone who asked for pictures. I will try to get some up for you, so you all can see how hideous I am. Bah!
Dovishdane! (Goodbye in bulgarian)
PS. I only had time to read a few entries right now. I sincerely apoligise for this, and I hope you all won't be too angry.