Sometimes you feel like you are on top of the world, but beware of the storm on the horizon!
Wisdom inspired by a hike to Ovech fortress near the small Bulgarian town of Provadia
Sometimes you feel like you are on top of the world, but beware of the storm on the horizon!
Wisdom inspired by a hike to Ovech fortress near the small Bulgarian town of Provadia




Well, COVID-19 made us realize a lot of things.
One of them was to enjoy, appreciate and visit the tourist sites and nature around us.
How lucky I feel to come from a country so small that many people don’t know much of, but at the same time so rich in history and natural beauties.
I am a sea junkie. Just being close to the water helps me rewind, reflect and even forget… The sea really cures the soul and the mind.
So naturally I jumped at the first opportunity to change my flat in the city with one closer to my true belonging – the seacoast.

Our family flat in Varna is some 20 minutes away from the nearest beach and to my surprise now there is a bike lane starting almost literally in front of my door.
There is nothing better than switching off from endless Zoom calls and looking at the walls of the flat to just enjoying the view of the beach.

On warmer days, it is even quite surprisingly productive to find a spot (still devoid of tourists) and combine your lunch break with an hour or two of office work with a view, feet buried in the sand.

Enjoy it while it lasts… Frankly, it will be so hard going back to the office and meeting thousands of people again.
I am still cringing at any attempt for hugs when I see someone I know in the street. And when I think that just before all this happened I was organizing a forum for over 600 people… Truly a different life that awaits us – extreme extroverts post-COVID-19.
The Balchik Botanical garden and palace are one of the most magical places along the Black Sea coast in Bulgaria.
I remember going there as a child with my parents mostly through a funny photo of me posing on a stone throne. I cannot believe it took me so many years to go there again, but I am to surely change that for the future.
In fact, if all goes well with the current situation, two of my closest friends are to get married in the beautiful green and flowery botanical garden adjacent to the so-called Balchik Palace.
Like everything in this peninsula, this so-called “palace” too has a complicated history starting with a political marriage, an urban legend love story and ending up in separation of the Palace from the Botanical garden due to administrative hurdle and maintenance issues.
Nonetheless, it is a wonderful place to visit either for a few day family vacation, or for a day trip from Varna (44 km) or resorts in the area.
But let’s go back to the story.
The official name of the palace was the Quiet Nest Palace. It was constructed between 1926 and 1937, during the Romanian control of the region, for the needs of Queen Marie of Romania, wife of Ferdinand I of Romania.
It was the queens decision to build the palace and a small town infrastructure around it, because she was a free spirit, who needed a place to express her artisticity and love of culture and the sea.
The whole complex also kept remnants of its previous inhabitants such as old wooden mills and water fountains which in the old tradition were build to memorize a deseased person who was highly praised for his lifetime achievements, status or contribution to society.
So it is just fitting that the style of the place is a mixture of Bulgarian, Western and Oriental urban and rural traditions of the time. Some even believe that Marie was influenced by the Baháʼí Faith – a religion teaching the essential worth of all religions, and the unity of all people.
To add to the mystery of this magical place, locals still pass on urban legends of the heartaches of Marie and the healing powers of the place.
Where the truth lies, we will never know, but Marie brought mystery and culture to Balchik, which we can still enjoy and admire nowadays.
And her heart would have stayed there, if the borders between Bulgaria and Romania had not shifted yet again and it was not brought to Bran castle in Romania.
But after all that is how the Balkans work – like a true family that shares similar history and identity, but also forever holds grudges towards the other.
I installed the Travello App just yesterday, inspired by the plans I continue dreaming of for post-COVID-19 travel and I realized I have been to 38 countries around the world.
“Is that a lot though?” – I started to wonder. I have never been anywhere in Africa, nor Latin America and there are places even closer that I really yearn to see someday.
Iceland, Portugal (yes, I cannot believe I still haven’t been there),Peru, Chile, Ecuador, Rwanda, Nigeria, Kenya, Ethiopia, Cambodia, Vietnam, the Philippines, Thailand, Japan, Lebanon, Mongolia, Iran, Canada… Geez, I have a long list!
Anyway, I decided to start small, so next weekend me and my travel photographer boyfriend will embark on a short drone/ photo trip off the beaten track on Bulgaria’s Black Sea Coast. Stay tuned 🙂
Easter has always been my favorite family celebration throughout the year. Unlike Christmas, it is at the time of the year when it is actually quite enjoyable to stay outside and maybe even do a picnic, or a short hike in nature. It’s a day that brings the family together….The family brings A LOT of food. And there are some pretty cool traditions prior and during the Holy Week.
So, as I said, I am Bulgarian and as the majority of Christians in my country, I am Orthodox (or at least christened as such). Why this is important? Well, it is because ever since the East–West Schism of the 11th century (!) the two churches follow different calendars. Also, the dates of big Christian celebrations are determined in a slightly different way. To add an extra layer of confusion in the mix, since all Orthodox church branches are autocephalous, they do not have a head that unites and leads them all (such as the Pope). Due to all of the above reasons, in my home country (as well as in Greece) we ended up celebrating Christmas (which was kind of forbidden in the socialist regime) on the 25th of December like everyone in the Catholic world (and unlike most of the Orthodox one) and Easter on the movable date, which is the same for all Orthodox Christians every year.
Already confused? I don’t blame you. The point is that in the end, in most years for Orthodox Easter is at different times than for other Christians (both Catholic and Protestant).
So for most part of my last 12 years living in and out of my country (mostly in Western Europe) and the last 6, actually living (for the most part) with my Catholic-christened partner, I have had a double Easter every year, except in the rare occasions when the 2 coincided ( which happens roughly every 3 to 8 years).
That’s a lot of Easter celebrations indeed. But it has always been quite exciting for me to experience various funny traditions in other countries.
Like in Finland, where they have bonfires and other rites of spring- related traditions.
Or in Czech Republic and Slovakia, where they have this decorated willow whip-like twig bundle, which is thought to bring health and youth to anyone who is whipped with them. In Slovakia they even take it to the next level where men chase around women to pour water over them.
In Austria there is a mix of the Eastern and Western traditions (let’s be honest- most of those have nothing to do with Christianity) and the all the types of Easter eggs out there- from the decorative blown-out one, to the chocolate ones and the one for “pecking”
.And yes…egg pecking is probably the reason why every child in the Balkans loves Easter and why many of them do not necessarily enjoy the taste of boiled eggs in later life. All my childhood memories around Easter revolve first around “egg fights” (basically testing which egg is stronger) with beautifully decorated boiled eggs, family fussing around bringing and taking away dishes, and tipsy relatives, arguing over politics or football.
And of course, her majesty – The Food . So many variations out there. But my absolute favorites are the sweet Easter breads – made with love and tremendous amounts of eggs, sugar and all the possible fillings you could think of – from raisins and chocolate chips to vanilla cream and Turkish delight. HERE is one of the best collections of those I could find.
There is a good opportunity to test your baking skills and imagine through your taste buds that you are travelling around the world, when you cannot travel further from the bedroom to the kitchen.
“If there is a heartache Vienna cannot cure I hope never to feel it. I came home cured of everything except Vienna.”
By now I have spent some time in so many cities around the world, that I finally realized there is no place, which is perfect.
Berlin is quirky and never sleeps, but kind of dangerous and frankly…just dirty. Brussels is international and intelectually lively, but very grey and somehow sad. Helsinki is calm and orderly, but also fittingly cold. Bari is enjoyable, but…well Southern Italy. And the list goes on…
Each city has it’s charms and curses and each of them I have called home at least for a few months. But there is no other city that I felt so connected to as Vienna.
I always failed to explain what draws me to that city – is it the vibe, the artisticity, the grandeour of the buildings?
Perhaps, it’s because my elegant home town of Rousse (often dubbed locally as the “small Vienna”) boasts some Vienese architecture and remnants of a last-century Vienese vibe and artistic tradition on the other end of the Danube River.
Frankly, Vienna is definitely not the most foreigner-friendly place in Europe, but it’s mix of East and West kind of makes it feel like home to my internationalized personality.
The truth is that the more you entangle yourself with other cultures, languages and traditions, the more you change your own set of values and somewhat your feeling of cultural belonging.
So I guess it is easy for someone like me to fit in there, despite the outward chauvinism of many born and bred Vienese.
And as time passes and I explore new places around the world, I am surely to return again and again both to my “small” and my “big Vienna”, where pieces of my heart still remain.
For a person who (in normal circumstances) mostly just sleeps at home, I have been coping pretty well with the home office situation. I even put extra effort to keep a tight schedule of work and non-work activities so I do not under or overdo it.
Still, today I woke up quite confused as to what day of the week it actually is and made a complete mess of my ZOOM. MS Teams, Google Hangouts and Skype meetings. I think I might go to the empty office for a day just to get back on track 😀 #lifeinthetimeofcovid