Bulgaria

Because TRAIN COUNTRY, we woke up, loaded our passes for the 11:51am train, and moved on to Sofia, the capital of Bulgaria and the third oldest city in Europe. Want to comment again on how much we love this Eurorail pass and the ability to just pick a train time and hop on. If we miss the train, we can just activate a ticket for the next time. Trains > Planes.

We hit the streets for some more European style clothes. Wearing the same clothes for months gets stinky no matter how much you wash and doesn’t work well in European fashion standards.

We planned for a night out and sat down in the hostel common area with wine and beer next to a phone charger. Kieran was worried about the charger, but assured him this is how conversations start. Next thing we know a German kid sits down, we apologize about the charger, and he asks us where we are from. BAM his cousins sit down and we start an excellent night with our new friends Gabriel, Francesco, and Marcello, and who are Italian expats living in Germany.

Our mistake was that these kids are 22-25 and we are 31/30. The night quickly became a Jäegermeister shot party with tequila and rakia interspersed. The best part was starting a “Fuck the French” chant which was joined in by some Spaniards and Russians sitting at tables across the outside bar. We may be different culturally from Italians, Germans, Russians, Spaniards, and Americans, but were united as one belligerent group of drunk assholes who hate the French.

3am came around and our newfound friends needed to hit the airport. They bought 10 more Jäeger shots (two each) and that was the downfall for Mary. Let’s just say the next day is a Kieran Solo Day.

Hostel: Hostel Mostel
Restaurant: Divaka

Bars:
Shtastlivetsa
Vitosha Street Bar & Dinner

Food:
Shopska Salad
Shkembe Soup
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