It’s been a strange season to come and go from Sofia.
The night before we left on a trip overseas, a forest fire burned atop Mount Vitosha. The craggy horizon burned red as we packed our bags – a discomfiting omen, I thought.
While we were gone, terrorists set off a bomb and killed Israeli tourists in the port city of Burgas, which we had driven through in April. Summer floods soaked our basement garage with two feet of murky water, judging from the flood marks and squishy floor mats in our Subaru. And just weeks before, in May, an earthquake jolted us out of bed.
All that in the space of three months: fire, flood, war and earthquake.
“Is this normal?” I asked a Bulgarian friend.
“That’s life,” she said with a shrug and a grin. Continue reading