Looking back at my first week in Bulgaria...
Do not compare Cyrillic to Russian or face hysteria!

Don’t take it personal if folks seem grumpy or whiney,
Their hearts are still huge, though their dogs are all tiny.

A deep, proud history they gladly declare,
While we Western Europeans seem to shout everywhere.

I love the slow living, its pace and its grace,
Yet curse when my beer is last place in the race.

The first place I’ve been where no card tips apply,
Only cash levs will put a spark in their eye.

Five more weeks left to wander and play,
To learn how the locals make a slow life feel okay.