Thursday, May 19, 2011

ot-vo-re-no

I'm still in Bulgaria. Back on the coast, in Varna. It's pretty and all that, but if I traveled specifically for beaches I'd go Mediterranean or Adriatic before Black. The good thing about the Black Sea, though, is that it's right out my window. 'My' window. I'm staying with friends of a friend in their super nice apartment that has sea views and two front doors, one right after the other. They tell me it's common, if an apartment's door isn't very secure, to put a better door right on top of it.

Anyway. No matter how hard I try, I cannot pronounce the Bulgarian word for open. I can't even come close, apparently, because no one has any idea what the hell I'm talking about whenever I try to say it--it's a good way to get people to switch to English, if they know any at all. This comes up a lot, because I can never tell if places here are open. Museums will be unlocked but dark/empty, or full of construction workers. In the little towns especially, restaurants will show Open signs but then be deserted, or empty but for two or three people who might be waitstaff but don't really look or act like waitstaff--more like some people who just chose a deserted restaurant as a place to chat. 'Are you open?' seems like the logical question to ask. Seems like they might even be expecting it. But I guess my butchery of the Bulgarian language transcends all that.

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