All good things
As always, I don't even know where to begin.
I updated last right before I flew back home. Soooo many things happened, even though it's only been two weeks.
My flight back home was RIDICULOUS. I never managed to get comfortable enough to sleep and the flight was FILLED with babies and little kids that were having a competition over which could produce the highest piched sound. At least the plane was big and had my so favorite tv screens on the seat in front of you, so i could choose what and when to watch. Heh, I saw MI:III again. I am THAT pathetic and damn, I love Tom Cruise. My second flight from Paris involved again many crying children and 3 criminals belonging to the "currently increasing in size population of dark skinned individuals" also known as bulgarian gypsies. Pardon me if I wasn't enough politically correct. When I finally landed my parents were so back in the crowd of people waiting that it took 10 mins to find them, I was getting afraid they had forgotten to meet me. All ended well though.
And then began the week of abosute and utter perfection!
I saw one of my best girlfriends the very same night I landed. And the next day I managed to meet with all of my other friends, including my sweetest, aka Misho. I managed to hug and kiss him and poke him and tickle and tackle him for hours and it was amazing. I met people every single night, I managed to see everyone I know where within a few days and other times it takes me weeks to get ahold of everyone. Then we decided that since my big group of friends is leaving for France (to attend a friend's wedding on the 26th) on the 22nd and not returning until after I'm gone, to go and have an amazing out of town weekend that same week. It was... indescribable. The road-trip itself was so much fun and then we went hiking, drinking, dancing, and spent three days hanging out by the pool. My hubby was the sweetest, most amazing man and all my other friends were just as good. The very same night they dropped me off home I had to repack and get ready for a family roadtrip to the other end of the country to visit my mom's relatives. I cried when I left Misho, it broke my heart to have to leave him.
The next step was going to Razgrad (a small town on the northeastern-ish part of the country where my mom's family lives including my older cousin) We spent 2 days there, helping my older relatives and stuff like that. And then last wednesday, me, the cousin and myself went to the BEACH!!! yeah that's right. We rented a room right next to the beach. I had to just cross the street, walk down some stairs and I was covered in sand. My terrace had a view of the Sea. it was... peeerrfect! I refused to go out clubbing, and spent my entire vacation sleeping, eating good food, hanging out with my cousin, checking out some pretty lovely eye-candies on the beach ;), and reading the new book by my favorite author. Near perfection. On the down side I got a little sick and had to deal with some pretty bad news from the US while I was there, but I suppose that too good is never good.
Yesterday, I met up with my parents again who spent the week at another beach, drove to see my dad's parents to a quiet southwestern village and then drove home finally after 11:30pm.
Right now I'm tanned like you have no idea, i'm slowly recovering from a nasty cough, enjoying the new brand of bulgarian cigarettes i discovered while I was with misho, missing him like NEVER, worrying about zack (which is a TOTALLY different topic) and preparing myself mentally for having to go back to the States in a few days.
That's the last two weeks in a nutshell. I have hundreds of pics which I think will be on facebook pretty soon and more details that I'll write about when time isn't so scarce.
Now, time to see another girlfriend and brag around town with my sexy tan ;)
P.S. I think Nelly Furtado's "All Good Things (Come to an end)" is the best explanation of how I feel right now...
I updated last right before I flew back home. Soooo many things happened, even though it's only been two weeks.
My flight back home was RIDICULOUS. I never managed to get comfortable enough to sleep and the flight was FILLED with babies and little kids that were having a competition over which could produce the highest piched sound. At least the plane was big and had my so favorite tv screens on the seat in front of you, so i could choose what and when to watch. Heh, I saw MI:III again. I am THAT pathetic and damn, I love Tom Cruise. My second flight from Paris involved again many crying children and 3 criminals belonging to the "currently increasing in size population of dark skinned individuals" also known as bulgarian gypsies. Pardon me if I wasn't enough politically correct. When I finally landed my parents were so back in the crowd of people waiting that it took 10 mins to find them, I was getting afraid they had forgotten to meet me. All ended well though.
And then began the week of abosute and utter perfection!
I saw one of my best girlfriends the very same night I landed. And the next day I managed to meet with all of my other friends, including my sweetest, aka Misho. I managed to hug and kiss him and poke him and tickle and tackle him for hours and it was amazing. I met people every single night, I managed to see everyone I know where within a few days and other times it takes me weeks to get ahold of everyone. Then we decided that since my big group of friends is leaving for France (to attend a friend's wedding on the 26th) on the 22nd and not returning until after I'm gone, to go and have an amazing out of town weekend that same week. It was... indescribable. The road-trip itself was so much fun and then we went hiking, drinking, dancing, and spent three days hanging out by the pool. My hubby was the sweetest, most amazing man and all my other friends were just as good. The very same night they dropped me off home I had to repack and get ready for a family roadtrip to the other end of the country to visit my mom's relatives. I cried when I left Misho, it broke my heart to have to leave him.
The next step was going to Razgrad (a small town on the northeastern-ish part of the country where my mom's family lives including my older cousin) We spent 2 days there, helping my older relatives and stuff like that. And then last wednesday, me, the cousin and myself went to the BEACH!!! yeah that's right. We rented a room right next to the beach. I had to just cross the street, walk down some stairs and I was covered in sand. My terrace had a view of the Sea. it was... peeerrfect! I refused to go out clubbing, and spent my entire vacation sleeping, eating good food, hanging out with my cousin, checking out some pretty lovely eye-candies on the beach ;), and reading the new book by my favorite author. Near perfection. On the down side I got a little sick and had to deal with some pretty bad news from the US while I was there, but I suppose that too good is never good.
Yesterday, I met up with my parents again who spent the week at another beach, drove to see my dad's parents to a quiet southwestern village and then drove home finally after 11:30pm.
Right now I'm tanned like you have no idea, i'm slowly recovering from a nasty cough, enjoying the new brand of bulgarian cigarettes i discovered while I was with misho, missing him like NEVER, worrying about zack (which is a TOTALLY different topic) and preparing myself mentally for having to go back to the States in a few days.
That's the last two weeks in a nutshell. I have hundreds of pics which I think will be on facebook pretty soon and more details that I'll write about when time isn't so scarce.
Now, time to see another girlfriend and brag around town with my sexy tan ;)
P.S. I think Nelly Furtado's "All Good Things (Come to an end)" is the best explanation of how I feel right now...