What the hell is that!

Well, today has been a pretty exciting day. I found out that the Bulgarians believe that an American breakfast consists of very nice rolls and french fries and eggs. Only the eggs reminded me of home. Good old Utah cuisine. So we left and I missed the first two hours of the car ride because I was completely asleep. Oh wait! We visited a mosque and thats where I first fell asleep. Actually it was very interesting, it was one of the best things of the day. It was built in 1744 in a very interesting Rococo style, all of the architecture was very elaborate and beautiful, it was very large and had some lovely molding all around the arched window wells way up high. So then we left and I fell asleep. I woke up and assumed the shotgun navigator position and witnessed three feet closer the horrors of the eastern European drivers. Zooming arond through the day, we witnessed an semi truck pass a car and another truck going down a hill near a blind corner, ending up with everyone braking to let the truck back in less than 100 ft. from a little car. Later the truck pulled off the same move, except this time it was ascending a hill, just a few hundred yards from the crest. It was all quite nerve racking. And of course there were the many times where we saw cars use the left turn lane as a passing lane near the high way, completely disregard no passing signs and the times where we had to avoid sich crazy people who open their door ten feet in front of our car. And thus the one situation in which we uttered the phrase "What the hell is that!" The next occurance was at Thracian tomb that was a UNESCO site. When we first arrived, we saw that it was all locked up and no apparent way in, "What the hell is this!" It took a little bit of contentment to find a way in, which we recieved with tickets that we purchased at the copy site, which we went in to look at and found out what we needed to look for. The actual tomb was amazing, dug out of a ground, there was a little slit opening into an antichamber which had some weathering damage on the frescos. Inside the main circular chamber was astounding. There were perfectly preserved paintings all around the head high cone ceiling, depicting all parts of the burial and a little bit of the persons life. It was interesting to say the least. The next time we "swore" as the Utahns would say were the two times that we passed soviet monuments. None of them made any sense, as they look like giant cement and iron mashes that are supposed to represent events.

There were two, one in our little town and one about half way. The little town we are staying in is simply picturesque. There is a nice river, and it is all built on a hillside in the renaissance sometime. I dont know when but it is beautiful. I had my first traditional bulgarian dish, in a traditional bulgarian resteraunt. It was old and wooden and had the traditional molding and everything. I had a stew, which completely blew my preconceptions away. It was tasty and well cooked, with a great mix of vegetables, egg and meat. Fantastic.
So we made it back to the hotel through the new street with shops and all. The nicest street today was a quaint little mountain road that was possibly even worthy for my dad on his motorcycle. It ran through the mountains with many smooth curves and a colorful forest off opposite the cliff. So that was my day, and if you want to hear Bev or Buzz's oppinions, then that is not my resposnibility. One more day, one more story, one more experience that changes my way of thinking.