Beeswax

I keep accidentally lighting candles in churches. Something will make me think I have to pay to go into the church, so I'll try to give the old lady manning the kiosk some money. She wonders why the hell I'm giving her money; I try to communicate via hand gestures and arbitrary words like two and no that I thought you had to pay. By the time I figure out that I don't have to pay, she's decided that the crazy muttering foreigner in her church must want to buy a candle. And it's much easier to just buy the damn candle than to make any further attempt at communication. Once I've bought the candle, there's not much else to do but pretend I'm Orthodox and light it. I'm not even sure what the significance of lighting a candle in an Orthodox church is. I think you light it for someone, but maybe I just made that up. On the off chance that Bulgarian Orthodox is the right religion, I hope it's not some sort of sacrilege for a heathen like me to go around ignorantly lighting candles in churches out of politeness/convenience. Then again, if Bulgarian Orthodox is the right religion, I'm probably fucked regardless of the candles.