As said in the last post, I got up ‘early’ (nine) on Sunday, to meet with Tsvety, my girlfriend. We chilled out a bit, I showed her the Art Hostel where I stayed the night before, and got my stuff to move to another hotel. On our way to the hotel, some woman at the other side of the street and about 20-30 meters away started shouting: “your bag! Your bag!” in Bulgarian. I ignored it, since I couldn’t understand it and didn’t get it was aimed at us, but Tsvety noticed it and turned around to see who was shouting.
We turned and there were three gypsies behind us, one closely inspecting her own bag and saying “huh? My bag?” Then they crossed the street and went away from us as fast as possible. Close one. Nobody in Holland would shout through the street if they thought someone was about to get something from your bag. Well, very few people at least.
Then we got to the hotel. At some point we had a visitor, a small bird, which we took some pictures of. I’d post the pictures, but I appear to have forgotten the cable for my camera, so I promise to show them later. Hopefully before the end of the week.
Then we went out to the park, where they would be showing the Euro Cup finals, but there were also two stages with live music before that. Got to see Eli, Boriana and Annie again, also met up with Bobi, Mitko and Ivan. Ran into a French guy I met while I was living in Sofia also.
Watched the game with Mitko and Ivan, then afterwards stayed at the park for a while and drank a beer. On my way back to the hotel I saw about ten honking cars with Spanish flags being waved. As I looked at the number plates, turns out they were all diplomats’ cars. Festive people, those Spanish. I wonder how the Dutch embassy employees would have acted in Sofia, had Holland won the Euro Cup.
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