Last week I went there for a couple of days. Had the luck to stay at my friend's Stili grandmother's house, who unfortunately died this spring. The house is in one of the most quiet spots at the bulgarian seaside, almost no tourists or loud discotheques. Exactly the relax I needed so badly - thank you Stili (and your granny's sis for the tomatoes and for being so cool)!
Here some pics.
Our secret beach:
Their beach:
Chillin under the shadow of a boat:
Chillin in the house:
Front view of the side of my friends aunt, isn't the window made of a TV frame ruling? The bench is taken from a water wheel:
On a roadtrip with friends:
Behind these dunes...
Is this!
Did I show you the tomatoes?
Some impressions from the "town":
A sudden front part of the famous bulgarian electric heaters named: "Sunrise"
Amazingness:
Party Club "Don't know"! I was like whaat
So, yeah, the plan of "folks get brown in the sunshine" happened and now I am ready to breathe some Berlin air again. Smells like an old styled music studio, playing much in F and D, saying "yes" again, but learning to say "no" and trying to get some sh*t done.
