Every morning I wake up when the sun shines into my window over the top of the grape arbor, which is level
with the house below My room is up a flower-lined flight of stairs, and has also an outside room where I can sit and have coffee, paint, and read the daily offices. I have Bulgarian coffee every morning, which is like Greek or Turkish coffee, except that they put in more water, so it's kind of like a cafe Americano, except way, way better. In this photo of the table, you will see the Bulgarian coffee pot. You will also see a jar of jam Ginche made from peaches out of their orchard. Today, though, breakfast was strawberry jam,served with crepes and goat cheese. Yummy!!
Ginche and Georgi and probably everyone who lives
So, dear friends, I am learning Bulgarian as fast as I can. I have learned the sounds of all the Cyrillic letters, the numbers up to five, the colors, and the names of all the fruits, vegetables, and animals we are growing and eating. I am sure that when I come home, you will see me healthy from living here. At first they wouldn't let me help do the work, but Ginche and Georgi were getting worn out and I was getting bored silly. Stella had to explain to them that Americans like to help with the work when they visit, and don't like it if they aren't allowed to. This allowed them to allow me to do it, and we are all much happier now.