If you’ve followed my blog you know that I have enjoyed my
time in Sofia and will take away many fond memories. One thing that made this time special was
being able to share it with my family.
Seeing Sofia through my daughter’s eyes helped me appreciate some of the
simple things that I might otherwise have overlooked. We were able to spend a lot of time together
and to travel as a family. It was nice to
step back from the schedules and expectations that we otherwise accept as being
inevitable.
The other thing that made my time especially meaningful was
the people that I met. I don’t know if
this was luck, or due to my efforts at outreach, or just the nature of the
Bulgarian people, but I made some very good friends. (I suspect it was a bit of each,
actually.) The last person I saw as I
left was our doorman. We’ve never had a
conversation where we were able to understand more than three words the other
said, but we communicated a lot. He was
incredibly sweet with Norah, and always put a smile on our faces. When I left the building for the last time
with my suitcases, he gave me a hug. I
said “dovishdane,” the Bulgarian word for goodbye. He shook his head and said “doscoro,” meaning
“see you soon.” It was a good way to
leave.
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