Kazan — summer 2014

I depart Plovdiv with fond regret. Never have I had a vacation that was simultaneously so restful and joyous and interesting. I would love to come back here. The time with Cleo and Teo was particularly nice. I left them feeling valued and respected and admired, which was something I hadn't expected since we hadn't seen each other in 20 years. I had not realized that I had made such an impression on them, and their good will towards me gave my soul a type of refreshment I hadn't realized that I needed.

So what should I do about next summer? Bulgaria again? Poland? The one and then the other? But I really want to travel the States and Canada next summer. Sigh. Decisions, decisions.