Dear travelers,
Getting lost in the mountains, climbing the countless steps,
hearing Balkan music notes, appreciating the taste of banitsa,
smelling the spices on the market, finding grains of sand in the flat,
having feet damaged because of barefoot walking, searching in the bag to find stotinki,
opening a zagorka on the beach, the rakija that makes you wince,
roses that are flying in the wind, the alphabet that plays tricks on us,
thumb which gets up on every road, raising eyes to admire
the communist monuments that overhang landscapes,
the martenitsa we exchange by smiling, the wine we taste on February 14th,
the woolen slippers we put on, the bag we put on the ground under the suspicious eyes of the inhabitants.
These movements are memories with which I am still imbued,
they are a part of what I like remembering of Bulgaria,
these acts were daily, and now I’m dreaming about them.
The nostalgia is here sometimes, as today, chilling under the sun on my new balcony.
I realize that these small gestures, these acts led to me in my new daily life.
I was amazed by Bulgaria, I am still amazed but I am also very grateful.
Every small Bulgarian step drew me an indelible smile on my face, and gave me the urge
to create what I consider as one of my treasure: Bulgarhike.
Eight months I’m back, so now it’s time for you to adventure yourself on the Bulgarian roads,
to discover the wealth of this country, to give you the desire to go there,
or to go another time, and why not to stay there.
But also, if you like another country, city, region as much as I like Bulgaria
and and you wish to adapt Bulgar’ hike to this one, feel free.
By the way, even I, maybe will create others. Put on your most comfortable shoes, take your backpack.
«хаиде» ! ~ C.