The Easter bunny VS Count Dracula

As some of you may know, as Orthodox Christians we Bulgarians celebrate Easter a week after most of the world. Me and my folks had a great plan to visit a small picturesque village in neighboring Greece called Keramoti. They’ve been there before and I’ve heard amazing things about it. So, naturally, I wanted to share my great experience here. Sadly, this isn’t possible, as I came down with the flu and all plans for a sunny holiday by the sea fell through. I spent the last 5 days in bed, hardly moving, with no desire even to open my laptop. Now that I feel better, I decided that I could share some pics from the time we spent in Romania a month ago. We were wondering between a Milan city break and this. However, my fascination with history, castles and Count Dracula won. Bellow you can see some photos of Peles castle, a Neo-Renaissance castle in the Carpathian Mountains, near Sinaia. It is a beautiful and impressive building due to its architecture and style, and also thanks to the very well preserved interiors. The king wanted to bring together different styles and there can be seen German, Italian, French and Oriental influence in his Summer Residence.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

These are some pics from our trip to Bran Castle. It’s a formidable 800 year old fortress built strategically on a hill in Bran, the home of the notorious Vlad Tepes, the Impaler.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The path of loss

image

A few weeks ago I was ready with my next post and then I got a phone call from my Mom saying one of her best friends has passed away. Since then I couldn’t bring myself to write. I wasn’t sure if I should write about that here. It’s a depressing and very personal topic but I feel the need to share at least some of my thoughts.
Each of us has lost, or will lose, something dear. Not only that, but the grief that follows doesn’t come with a manual. People manage in their own individual way. However, I think there is one thing we all have in common: asking the question “Why?”. I think about my mother’s friend everyday. I think about her family and how grief can’t be measured, because I can’t begin to phatom what they are feeling. What it would be like to lose your role model, your best friend, your other half. And yet, I found that I also think about her courage, her amazingly strong character, her smoking on a terrace overlooking the Aegean sea, her fondness for jewels and her unconditional love for animals. And I find myself smiling. That’s when I realized how grief takes it course. You mourn. You adapt. You remember.