I never thought not knowing exactly where Bulgaria is would put me at any kind of disadvantage. I had a vague idea Bulgaria was near Hungary and Romania, which is somewhat close to where Russia looms over Europe.
I consulted some maps today and discovered Bulgaria as a mountainous land bordered by Turkey, Greece, Serbia, Romania and the Black Sea.
That’s a troublesome spot, really.
I read a little. Put in easily digestible terms, Bulgaria is where the Middle East meets Europe. A large Syrian population exists in Bulgaria. The present nature of conflict in the region has left Bulgaria uneasy. More immediately, a severe winter storm impulse has been bullying through Bulgaria this week.
I wish I had known that yesterday.
Before leaving Gardiner yesterday, that girl and I ate breakfast at the Yellowstone Grill. Noting an accent when our young waitress spoke to us, I asked her where she was from.
“Bulgaria,” she said.
That girl and I had just trudged through six inches of fresh snow to reach the grill. “How are you liking the snow?” I asked.
She said she liked the snow. We talked a bit about the snow. Not much of that where she came from. She had been a student here originally and is now here working full time. She loved the clear air of Montana and actually experienced respiratory problems when home in Bulgaria.
Had I known more about Bulgaria, I would have asked more. What about the Black Sea? Did she swim there? Did she need mountains at her back as I do? Did she have any ancestral connections to Syria? Had she been to Greece? Any connection to Greece?
Sadly, I did not know enough to get there.
Thankfully, am better prepared for the next Bulgarian.