|The "foundation car" died before this climb.|
Sunday, July 3, 2011
отиде до вилата Visiting the Villa (aka – going to the Cabin)
Visiting the Villa (aka – going to the Cabin)
This past weekend, Krum, and his family (including an Aunt) took all six of us in his small car on a short 35Km drive to his father-in-laws villa. Krum has not been there for two years, but has promised to take Lynn and I there for some time. It was a great day, and gave us another perspective of Bulgarian life.
There is a very strong “cabin culture” in the US upper mid-west. We know many people who spend most of the summer on a lake in all manner of small (or large) houses. But what we found out this weekend, is that the Bulgarians have been doing similar things for a couple of centuries. The difference is that while we go to the lake to cool off, they head high into the mountains to catch the cool breezes of summer. Although Krum's in-laws home was “spartan” at best, there were several homes in the village which were very nice. A few of them had to be owned by people from Western Europe because some of them had lawns with lots of grass. Most often Bulgarians are more practical and use every inch of land to plant gardens.
The water for the villa comes from a spring further into the mountains. However, we could not get it turned on. So... we went for a short 10 minute walk up to the spring to fill the five liter plastic jugs. On the way, we met some of the neighbors cooking a lamb on an outdoor spit. On the way back, we were stopped by them, and invited to have some rakia, beer, meat (not the lamb because it takes about 6 hours to cook, and they still had another hour to finish it). It was really nice, and fun just standing around talking and enjoying the beginning of their party. They have a family “compound” (just like the Kennedy compound on Cape Cod – well almost) with two buildings, a fabulous view, and constant breezes for the three brothers and all their families. One of the older women had just made some bread, and we all devoured it. Three hours later when Krum, Lynn and I returned from a hike around the village, there was only a pile of ashes where the fire had been. The spit, and roof were portable and had been put back in storage.
Following are some more pictures of the “Bulgarian Cabin (Villa) Life”. We had a great time, and hope you enjoy the pictures.
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