We borrowed pots and plates from our babas and we had to make use of the few ingredients available. We played American music and Vladi taught us a card game, then finally it was time to eat. Now I can proudly say that we made the nastiest spaghetti known to man. I think I can pinpoint exactly where it went wrong and it was probably when we got out of hand with the sugar and never added salt. So we ended up with very sugary spaghetti sauce, yummy.
After dinner we headed to a nearby town to meet up with another trainee group and attend a chalga concert. If you have never heard of chalga then your life is incomplete. Chalga is a music genre that can be best described with two words: folk-pop and sexuality. I can't understand the lyrics but I would probably bet a jar of precious American peanut butter that every song is about sweet, sweet love.
The line for the chalga concert.
We knew we were going some place special when we boarded the bus and half of it was filled with dressed up giggling tweens. The best part was that the concert was held in a dilapidated soccer stadium. I sat on crumbling concrete with weeds growing around me and I almost saw a man selling whistles and glow sticks wearing short-shorts and a blond wig tumble down the steps after tripping over a rusty piece of metal. It was a lot of fun, especially seeing the excitement of all the people there and hearing them sing to every word of the songs.
Me and my host sister.
Friday was my village's holiday, which was amazing. After a morning of Bulgarian language class we walked to the outskirts of town to join in the festivities. The air smelled of grilling kyufte and ham. Families brought food and sat on long picnic tables as the children ran around with squirt guns making any innocent bystander their victim. People horo danced to the music a folk band played. I stepped into the circle, grabbed two hands and joined in the dancing.
The village holiday.
Awkward moment of the week: I was sitting at a picnic table with friends at the festival and there are some teenagers tapping me on the soldier. They ask me a question in Bulgarian. Uhh, what? Then I see the camera in their hand and they start pointing to it. Oh, they want to take a picture with me. The teenage boy smiles really big as he wraps his arm around me and his friend takes a picture. I was such a rockstar. This happened two more times, but I refuse to give autographs.
Horo dancing!
Can you see the oil and salt?
Some trainees ordering rakia.
3 comments:
Hi Sash, I can't see the most current pics in this post. Is anyone else having problems? I am able to see the other pics in the last post. Miss and love you --Your mother :)
I can't see the pictures either, but can see them in other posts!
Sasha! Sounds like you are having so much fun! I am so excited for you...you crazy rockstar! Hehe well I hope you are enjoying it as much as it seems you are! My exciting news...a promotion (with a raise) at work after a mere 3 months! I will be the membership director come Jan! Anyways take care, I will be checking back for more updates :)
Your MY rockstar! :o) I loved all the new pictures~! I still demand more with you in it! Miss you!
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