We woke very early the next morning for our 7+ hour drive from Bucharest, Romania to Sozopol, Bulgaria.
We passed lots of flatlands...
...on our way to our lunch stop in...
Unfortunately, Bulgaria is notorious for nefarious goings-on, so we were rather nervous about parking our car on the random streets. But we did. We secured our laptops under oily floormats and such to keep temptation at the lowest possible level and set out into the city.
From just about any point on the outside road of the upper city, you can see scraggly bits of the anicent city walls.
I flip-flopped all through my Bulgaria guidebook, trying to figure out where exactly we were and what we were doing.
(I blame the boys ~ they kept rushing ahead while I stumbled along taking pictures and reading the guidebook and generally bumbling and tripping along the cobblestones.)
I used to know the Cyrillic alphabet but apparently I misplaced that knowledge somewhere along the way.
With no time allotment for actual sight seeing, I took advantage of every second in the wild, capturing and soaking up what culture I could get.
So here is an interesting tidbit: it is customary in the city to remember those loved ones and friends who have died by posting notices around places that were their favorites in life. These signs (some ratty and basic, others laminated and colorful) state the name, birthday, date of death and any other facts you want remembered about the person. They have photos, and some of these are for people who died decades ago.
They are evey where.
(I see dead people...)
Morbid. But kind of cool all the same.
We ambled until we reached something that might have been the historic center of the city. Our priority goal: LUNCH.
We chose our restaurant for the view.
The gorgeous view....
...the amazing view...
I'm just going to keep going on about the view, because the food, well...
...truly terrible. Hello there, sad little gritty faux-Frappe.
My super-dry super-flavorless sandwich. With bland fries.
Eh. At least they had fry sauce (although Bulgarian ketchup tastes weird).
After choking down our meal, we walked the steep slopes around the city.
I wish we'd had more time to explore...
Too soon, it was back to the car for us. Gas stop!
Okay, let's drive!
Next stop: The Black Sea!