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Бесела Коледа

Dear friends…

As you already know by now, my health hasn’t been in the best condition for the past two months. However, fairly extensive tests at the hospital have confirmed my doctor’s assurances that the issue is non-life threatening. The problem is being medicated and monitored, and so I intend to stay here until my service commitment is fulfilled. Don’t worry about me; I’ll force myself onto the first plane back home if the prognosis changes for the worse.

Admittedly, though, my time spent in Sofia for treatment was overall enjoyable if somewhat agonizing to be torn away from work. I love eating at restaurants and not needing to wash dishes afterwards. I even had a good time at a vegan restaurant, though I was let down by the grapefruit-flavored weizenbier.

Walking around Sofia, I bumped into a pair of fishmongers and a fishwife, all of whom were eager to hold up their favorite fishes for the camera. I was sorely tempted to buy a few salmon steaks, but fresh foods don’t keep well on the long train ride back home.

But now that I’m home, I sorely miss the food variety available in the capital city and I wish I had something tasty to keep me company through the cold weather. I fondly reminisce upon summer and T-shirt weather. You know, that’s a good indicator that you’ve been in a place for a long-ass time: when you can “think back” to the “good old days”.

My life now, apart from my core work, consists of hiking across the Bulgarian tundra to teach kids how to speak English, play chess, and be decent human beings who don’t talk while I’m teaching. My trail of tears snot is ten minutes long and has made me consider purchasing a reindeer and a sleigh. I have been fortunate enough so far to not slip on the ice, but I was unlucky enough after a municipality banquet to tipsily unbalance myself into a snowdrift. Consider me a sober man evermore.

Amidst all of the complaints I could hurl against the hardships faced here, I do have to concede that the country is full of natural beauty. A flock of sheep grazes under my balcony. Birds circle overhead against the sunset. A braying donkey blocks my way home. Every breath I take here could have instead been a breath of air in an office. And, of course, I’m incredibly grateful to have all of you, friends who care despite my becoming a faceless voice from afar. Your love is a pony, running through the meadows of my heart. I miss every one of you <font size=”pretty huge”>THIS</font> much.

Merry Christmas!



  1. dave
    Posted December 26, 2010 at 4:00 am | #

    Merry Christmas from PA, We miss you too man!!! Keep fighting the good fight and everyone here loves getting updates from you! Take care! Cant wait to visit you!!!

  2. hc
    Posted December 27, 2010 at 10:27 am | #

    Merry Christmas, Dan!

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