I woke up at 7:30. Cameron didn't wake up until i woke him up at 9:45. I was afraid that we would miss our opportunity to find a tour of the area, but we couldn't find one anyway. We got some information at a tourist center, walked a mile to the bus station, and found out that we had no way of asking for our tickets to the monistary in Bulgarian, so we walked all the way back and got more information. This is the story of this vacation: walking miles and miles in extreme heat with blisters on my feat and wishing i was anywhere else while Cameron takes everything in stride and every inconvenience and tragidy is just water off his ducks back. I might want to be that way, but what can i say? I'm so not. Anyway, eventually we got on the bus and found this ancient monistary. It wasn't actually anything that special, or at least not as this point, for me, now that i'm completely burnt out. We the hicked up a mountain, whitch was pretty cool, but increadibly difficult. After waiting another long while, we foudn a bus back home to our hostel. I hung out at the main room while he took a nap, we met up, and ate at an awesome restaurant named Diana's, which serves food on swords. It also has what might be the most secure restrooms in the entire world. I walked though four doors, between three and five inches thick of solid steal, wheighing something like 500 to 1000 pounds each. It must have been some kind of bank vault at one time. Either way, we had a great time at this place, which might be the most special and unique restaurant in this city. I have no idea where Cameron might be at this point while i type this, but by getting up, i lost my place on the couch, which kind of sucks. But this is the sacrifice i'm willing to make to update you on my journy. And by "you," i of course mean my wife, because i'm starting to believe that no one else at all reads this. But that's OK, because even if Amy was the only one, it would still be more than worth it.
Tomorrow we're leaving for our last city. I can't even begine to express how happy i am that it is my last city. I am out of my mind missing my wife, which might be the most valuable aspect of this entire vacation. Sure, i knew i would miss her, but i didn't know it would be this bad. It is so bad. Just four more days. I can't wait.
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Well, Shirlock, I've read your posts each time and looked every day wondering if you got snatched up by the bad guys when there was more than 1 day lag. That's so cool - food on swords.
That's awesome. Thanks for caring. You are one of the good ones. My own parents don't read my blog, and i'm an only child. Then again, i don't think they know how. Wouldn't that be terribly to make it all this time, and then get snatched up by the bad guys whit 1 day left?
I've never been to Eastern Europe, and I have to admit a certain jealousy that you got to go and I didn't.
I do have one piece of advice for you, however: stay away from the hostel. You see, I saw this movie once, and it seems that very bad things happen to people at those hostels.
In other news, I met up with Juliet and her new beau at Mr. B's tonight. She seems happy and is doing well.
See ya when you get back.
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