Life in the Bulgaria is fucking hard... here's the recap of my week
Friday I leave work early at 10:30 and travel 5 hours to the town of Boboshevo where I lived for the first 3 months in Bulgaria. The weekend consisted of spending the day at the pool drinking beer, getting meal after meal stuffed down my throat by my host mom, drinking rakia and beer with my host dad who was ecstatic to have someone to get drunk with again (their new volunteer is a broad who doesn't drink much,) and then going to the disco at night with my Bulgarian buddies.
Sunday afternoon I left and went to Dupnitsa where I sat around in the town garden restaurant with my former teacher Julia, chatting, eating, and drinking beer. After blatantly ignoring a girl in town who wanted to see me (different story for a different time) I headed up to Sofia for the night and crashed in a hostel.
Monday afternoon Tiffany and Stephanie came into town and we headed to a town on the Black Sea coast. This consisted of two days at the beach, jumping off of the pier into the water, drinking rakia and vodka, eating a grip of food, and then heading to the disco and karaoke bar at night.
This adventure was capped off by half a day in Sofia yesterday before they flew to Poland. We walked around a bit and upon running out of things to do, went to a restaurant for a solid day drunk of wine and beer. Upon arriving at work this morning (the only day of work for me this week mind you) I was told that at noon we have a municipal banquet up in one of the nearby villages which will inevitably mean us eating kebaps and grilled meat, drinking absurd amounts of rakia and beer, and stumbling back into town at around seven. It's a tough goddamn life out here but somebody has to do it
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