Saturday afternoon in the Sofia City Garden downtown. That’s the Ivan Vazov National Theater in the background. The couple to the far left with the baby carriage were drinking coffee out of plastic cups with straws. The couple in the foreground were drinking bottles of beer. The vendor whose jacket is hanging on the tree was selling balloons, kites, and popcorn, and this was one of the few moments when he wasn’t yakking on his cell phone. Cigarette smoke was wafting through the air from a nearby park bench, and a brass trio was playing live music under a tree several yards behind me.
Today was a beautiful crisp sunny day, after lots of cold rain. I took my grading downtown and hopped locales every four papers, which turned out to be a pretty effective strategy overall.
Things I managed to do successfully today, entirely in Bulgarian:
1) Add 10 rides to my subway card
2) Order and pay for a vanilla cappuccino at Cafe Memento
3) Purchase eggplant and zucchini at the local market on the way home from the metro, verbally confirming the amount of stotinki so I could give correct change
These all seem pretty minor, I know, but seriously, you take what you can get. I prefer this kind of Bulgarian contact to the vehicular kind, at least.
Yup. After foreshadowing it in my last post, I have now ACTUALLY been hit by a car in Sofia. (Maybe “hit” is too strong a word, but there was contact.) I feel like a real Bulgarian!