Family

After crossing several countries and doing more than 1500 Km was really nice to re-encounter my Romanian family (Basile, Maria, Christian, Daniela, Cata and Denis).  They made me feel like home. We drank few shots of Palinka always before each meal (as the traditions says), and some other between the meals. Maria and Basile treated me as a son. Even my father came to visit. In all, was an amazing time. And after all, we had to say goodbye. And this was hard. I was already “untterwegs”, I already had the idea of the trip in mind. But seeing my father, Michaela and Montse nervous and afraid seeing me leave, it gave me the feeling of a new start.  And I guess it was; Europe is almost done, Caucasus will be a new world.

The day after, I crossed the Bulgarian border, on the way (in the north of the county along the sea side), I see many places where to wild camping. However, I could not decide a good place. After traveling alone I just feel that stopping in between villages looking for a hidden place is quite tedious. You have to do it before the sun goes down, and later there are many hours of darkness with nothing to do. SO this, made me continue until I find a nice family which hosted me. The place was actually a really small closed camping, in which this family, the owners,  were spending the weekend together. They adopted me as one more of them, and this softened the previous family goodbye. They made my try their Palinka, and I made them try the Palinka of my family.

Camping on this family garden was great and gave me the opportunity to start practicing again my Russian with the grandparents. I don’t know why, but I love this language. I studied in total 7 different languages, but the only one I always had passion for,  was Russian. May be because the way it sounds, may be because of the character of the Russian people, their bad humor and the vodka . Dabai Drug, dabai Brat, dabai Tovarish!

Now, I just found a closed bungalow area. The guard led me camp here. His name is Valentine. We spoke also Russian. Im just 5 m from the sea and there is a small Kochka (cat) messing around my tent. I just hear the sound of the birds and the waves while I see how the sun disappears behind the mountains.

I luckly have some bread that the old woman gave me this morning, and homemade mermelade and a can of tuna my Romeniam grandmother gave me 2 days ago.