<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:44:34.631-07:00</updated><category term='December 2007'/><category term='September'/><category term='January 2009'/><category term='June'/><category term='May'/><category term='January 2008'/><category term='2008'/><category term='February'/><category term='March'/><title type='text'>Being happy with imperfection</title><subtitle type='html'>"The world will not evolve past its current state of crisis by using the same thinking that created the situation"
                      -Einstein</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-5550056195374630489</id><published>2009-01-28T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:59:00.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January 2009'/><title type='text'>Starting a New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SYAeEo0S1UI/AAAAAAAAAYs/FIvAKm-68k8/s1600-h/20080520_aids_ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296266226812769602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SYAeEo0S1UI/AAAAAAAAAYs/FIvAKm-68k8/s200/20080520_aids_ribbon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The holidays were relaxing and enjoyable. I spent Christmas relaxing in the village where I trained for my Peace Corps service. I celebrated with my host mother and her family in traditional Bulgarian style. Christmas eve is most important. We ate a large vegetarian dinner, blessed the home with incense and exchanged gifts. After Christmas I went to the capital to watch the Nutcracker for the first time. What made it more special was that it was performed by the National Russian Ballet. New Years was a bit more calmer this year. I hiked up the mountains through the Balkan National Park and stayed in a cabin for four days enjoying the quiet winter nature.&lt;br /&gt;My Fall and Winter projects have kept me quite busy. December first was national AIDS awareness day. My site mate and I we were able to organize a week long, two part event with the youth center and our local municipality. Professionals made presentations about how views about sex vary gender, decision making and learning the facts about HIV and AIDS. We even arranged for the local youth to interact in games that would help them to become more comfortable talking about sex and AIDS. In addition to this, the rest of my time has been spent teaching English and Environmental Education to elementary school students. The idea is to demonstrate how they can be active in protecting their environment and to gain a sense of pride and responsibility for it. This isn't stressed in school or in the community.Life on the whole is going very well.&lt;br /&gt;I also teach life skills classes once a month. Last week on Martin Luther King Jr. Day, we discussed the importance to respect people who seem "different than us." This was intended to open their minds to accepting people of all cultures, languages, dissability and religion. There are several groups of people in this country who are not accepted into the core community and their prejudices begin at home. Before I had this lesson with my fourth graders I disscussed a similar subject with my debate group. These students are older and were able to give their own oppinions regarding the minority populations living in this country. They agreed that it needs to be a joint effort between the Bulgarians and the other cultures to work together, come to an understanding and to have the same requirements regarding work, schooling and government assistance.&lt;br /&gt;The weather is improving currently. We have rain now and then and I have the chance to sport my rain boots I purchased in the local market. These are only worn by older women and men so when I wear them with a red umbrella that has ears I guess I'm asking for people to stare.&lt;br /&gt;I have been communicating with Peace Corps and my local municipality for three months regarding the horrible mold problem I have in my apartment. The decision is finally that I will be moving to a new apartment. This is located in a new complex, closer to the center and it is a little bigger than my current living space. I'm really looking forward to living there. I will finally have a balcony and I wont have to walk a half hour or more to work. I'll take pictures as soon as I see the updates on the remodeling. I will be moving in at the latest the second week in February.&lt;br /&gt;In March, look for a blog post about my trip to Turkey. I will be going there for 4 days at the beginning of the month with another volunteer. I'm really looking forward to traveing and seeing more of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As far my town interaction, I'm making more friends, fostering stronger relationships with the community members and really enjoying my work with the students. Everyday is challenging but each one provides an opportunity to fall down, laugh and grow from each experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-5550056195374630489?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5550056195374630489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=5550056195374630489' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/5550056195374630489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/5550056195374630489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-new-year.html' title='Starting a New Year!'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SYAeEo0S1UI/AAAAAAAAAYs/FIvAKm-68k8/s72-c/20080520_aids_ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-4186706263857397758</id><published>2008-08-31T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:23:45.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='September'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>End of Summer and new opportunities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It has been abnormally long since my last post......due to personal and Peace Corps related trips and pure laziness.  I am a bit older (maybe wiser) then my last post and I have recently acquired a very energetic kitten from a volunteer in the Radopi mountain region  of Bulgaria.   My recent activities include an exciting week long vacation in Austria and Slovenia with a side trip to see my Baba in Boboshevo .  As far as work opportunities go, they seem to be increasing as the school year draws closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SM1F3U4xGnI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kfzD2zK78BA/s1600-h/IMG_2735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SM1F3U4xGnI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kfzD2zK78BA/s200/IMG_2735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245925957758425714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SM1F3dN-oxI/AAAAAAAAAXE/oekGAALD6bQ/s1600-h/IMG_2751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SM1F3dN-oxI/AAAAAAAAAXE/oekGAALD6bQ/s200/IMG_2751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245925959994876690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been living with a kitten since late July, who I lovingly call Lou Lou.  He is about 3 months old and  sometimes I think he is possibly the spawn of the devil...........young and curious is more like it.   Sometimes I feel bad that such a little cat is living alone with me in a studio apartment.  He keeps me entertained and I think just about everything I own has become his toy.  I haven't decided what I will do with him when it comes time to leave Bulgaria, I have plenty of time to figure out some options but I think its best to leave him with a local youth that would have more time with him and not scar him forever by spending 15 hrs in the darkness of a airplane luggage compartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SM1F3zEc8AI/AAAAAAAAAXk/h-P1U_7Lj_0/s1600-h/IMG_2759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SM1F3zEc8AI/AAAAAAAAAXk/h-P1U_7Lj_0/s200/IMG_2759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245925965860499458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SM1G7efM9II/AAAAAAAAAXs/vbn1NhdiA5o/s1600-h/IMG_2946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SM1G7efM9II/AAAAAAAAAXs/vbn1NhdiA5o/s200/IMG_2946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245927128566658178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In August I spent a week in Vienna Austria and Ljubljana Slovenia.  In Austria went to Palaces of the Hapsburg family, ate apple strudel and sausage and then lazed about on the rolling green lawns in front of art museums.  Slovenia is a bit smaller but just as quaint.  I enjoyed ancient castles refurbished into local art galleries, riding down the river in a tour boat and spending the day walking around the lake in Bled.  The trip was great, full of new experiences and happy moments.  I am happy to say I was able to find a perfect hole in the wall sushi restaurant that I ate at, TWICE!   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SM1F33gxNjI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RJGqV4e0Wf4/s1600-h/IMG_2961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SM1F33gxNjI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RJGqV4e0Wf4/s200/IMG_2961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245925967053010482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SM1F3gV0bMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/aL40QMLkLUw/s1600-h/IMG_2972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SM1F3gV0bMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/aL40QMLkLUw/s200/IMG_2972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245925960833068226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I came back to Bulgaria from my vacation, I had a side trip to my Peace Corps training town, Boboshevo.  I spent an evening with my Baba, telling her about my trip, work and answering questions about why I have not found a husband and have not started to have kids yet.  This is still baffling to her that I am 24, not married and without children.  It was great being back in my old stomping grounds.  I saw all my old neighbors and even went with my baba to get her goats with the rest of the neighborhood. Just like old times.  Our closest neighbor and fellow goat owner, made me another pair of knitted booties and said if I come back for Christmas that I would get another pair.  I have at least 8 pairs at this point.  All different colors and patterns. All to keep me toasty warm this winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Work lately has been a mixture of local town initiatives and working with the newly arrived trainees.  I have been selected to be a Resource Volunteer for the group of volunteers training in Ovchartsi.  This is a small village close to Dupnitsa, similar to my village where I spent my training.  I will be a resource for them not only for their small group project but also for guidance as they become accustomed to  this new lifestyle and after training when they move to their permanent sites.  Something like a mentor.  I have a great group.  Two boys and two girls from all regions of the United States.  Currently they are working on a great project proposal to have a day for the local youth in their village where the kids will take part in a photography scavenger hunt (the kids take pictures of different objects / elements in town) and then the pictures will be installed in the town library.  The idea is to promote youth action and increase youth interest in the local library.  This can also increase tourism and other types of local involvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As far as work in my town, I have several initiatives that I am working on.  After attending a seminar on how to implement HIV and AIDS educational activities and events in site, I am working with my site mate and two youth to create a program for our local High Schools, private English school and art galleries.  Each of these organizations will play a different role in reaching out to the local youth and the community about the issues of HIV and AIDS and how knowledge can lead to prevention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My main title as a volunteer is  "Environmental Education." This is something that I feel is very important for youth.  Not only is it important for them to have respect and a connection to the environment but also to be taught about it with active learning.  They must be in nature interacting with it to learn about it.  I have a connection to a local elementary school who helped to me to hold a meeting with the teachers of this school and discuss my ideas of how to incorporate EE into their programs.  They applaud the idea and look forward to having me working with their students after the beginning of the the school year.  Recently I organized a meeting with the director of the local orphanage.  Many youth volunteers have already been working with this type of institution in their town, but for me I see that the majority of my efforts in the information center (my current host organization) can now be focused elsewhere till the next tourist season.  I will be meeting with the director next Thursday in order to discuss what are the needs of the institution and how I can help meet those needs.  Ideally I would like to go to the orphanage several times a week, playing with the children, working with them on English, Math, Arts and anything they would be excited to learn about.  My Bulgarian tutor is currently writing a project to give these children some school supplies and provide them with an opportunity to interact with the students of the local English School........something like an exchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As far as me and how I'm doing.  Everyday I feel a little more like I live here.......which is about time because I only have one  more year :)  I'm making more acquaintances in my apartment building and around town.  My Bulgarian language is improving more and more, slowly!  And gradually I feel as if my work here is having a greater purpose, which certainly helps me to feel more at peace here and connected to my town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-4186706263857397758?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4186706263857397758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=4186706263857397758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/4186706263857397758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/4186706263857397758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-summer-and-new-opportunities.html' title='End of Summer and new opportunities'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SM1F3U4xGnI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kfzD2zK78BA/s72-c/IMG_2735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-1508404004076540845</id><published>2008-06-25T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T05:43:31.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Travels to a Българска Сватба</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SGJnlGSxEHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gBsAnHLYNBI/s1600-h/IMG_2565.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215845205490602098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SGJnlGSxEHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gBsAnHLYNBI/s200/IMG_2565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had been invited to Dupnitsa for the resource fair of the new TEFL volunteers (B23s). I was asked to present environmental education materials since most of the work I have done in site has been teaching local youth about recycling, animal habitats and respecting the local environment. I Traveled to Dupnitsa through Plovdiv and Sofia. It was very nice meeting the new trainees and soon to be volunteers. It was the day before they were sworn in and I had the opportunity to speak with them and see some of their last minute jitters. They seemed very excited and ready to head to their new homes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next morning I woke up very early to head back towards Sofia and then onto Plovdiv to meet with other volunteers who were traveling with me down south almost to Greece for a Wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The wedding was in a small Bulgarian village named Slashten. A volunteer and a Bulgarian tied the knot in Bulgarian tradition. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SGJnlFh4KkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/leLW2WpF2Dw/s1600-h/IMG_2571.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215845205285546562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SGJnlFh4KkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/leLW2WpF2Dw/s200/IMG_2571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the wedding I decided to take a shower..............should have thought twice. This bathroom had a clogged drain and I was unaware of the flood of water flowing out of the door. By the time I was finished, all the floor outside the bathroom was covered in standing water and confused Bulgarians. I apologized over and over and tried to help clean it up but they just smiled and seemed to say that it has happened before................the floor was tile making it easy for cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning we met outside the home where the bride had been since midnight. It is tradition for the bride to hide so that her groom cannot see her the day of the wedding before she comes out in her dress. We all waited outside patiently for the bride and groom to make their appearance. When they came out a baba sprinkled them with herb water, local musicians played music and candy was thrown as we all walked through the village into the &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SGJnlTAFeEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ZdtjZITdLiY/s1600-h/IMG_2594.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215845208901908546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SGJnlTAFeEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ZdtjZITdLiY/s200/IMG_2594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later came dancing and then signing of the marriage documents. We spent the rest of the day eating and dancing, eating and dancing until we were just about stuffed. At one point the dance group the bride danced with in Chirpan became the even entertainment. The bride changed out of her dress into a traditional Bulgarian costume along with her sitemate and those from the group who made the trip. Late we took a small break, then went to a small cafe where the other volunteers, the bride's family and the groom ate left overs from the wedding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SGJn4mWL4hI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2cDXF5LrQXQ/s1600-h/IMG_2628.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215845540512391698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SGJn4mWL4hI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2cDXF5LrQXQ/s200/IMG_2628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;feast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We sent the new couplke off with wishes of luck and happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next morning started early. Time to head back to s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ite.........seems easy enough right? Well all the volunteers who came to the wedding and I hopped onto a little micro bus headed to the next large town where we would get on another bus to Sofia. On the trip, a group of men got on the bus but had not closed the door to the luggage bin correctly. The bag of one volunteer fell out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and is believed to have been stolen by a &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SGJnlsMVViI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2eDMK7HaP-M/s1600-h/IMG_2606.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215845215664166434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SGJnlsMVViI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2eDMK7HaP-M/s200/IMG_2606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;passing car. After almost an hour talking about it outside the bus we got back on and headed to our destination. We took the driver to the local police station where Peace Corps (on the phone) , the police and the driver spent an hour or so discussing the next steps. The volunteer probably wont get his bag and belongings back but thankfully will be able to have the bus company reimburse him for the majority of his lost items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SGJnmP_nLhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AUuHpKydk_g/s1600-h/IMG_2611.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that I'm back to work after a long and expensive trip (Bus fare is a killer) I have been meeting soo many foreigners who are hiking and traveling through Karlovo. I work at a tourism center so when they &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SGJnmP_nLhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AUuHpKydk_g/s1600-h/IMG_2611.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215845225274486290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SGJnmP_nLhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AUuHpKydk_g/s200/IMG_2611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;walk in I have to assume they are Bulgarian (this is Bulgaria) so I begin speaking in Bulgarian. When I get the awkward face I used to give when I didn't understand, I switch to English and that tends to be more productive. Just yesterday I met a young French boy who had been hiking from Italy and wanted to travel over the Balkans through Karlovo. I provided him with a map and took him to the beginning of the train up to peak Botev and then up and over.&lt;br /&gt;The weather is hot and sweltering. Had to buy a fan so that I could sleep at night. Work is going well and my projects and ideas are rolling along. It may be warm but I'm staying busy and that's what makes a good day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-1508404004076540845?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1508404004076540845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=1508404004076540845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/1508404004076540845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/1508404004076540845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/travels-to.html' title='Travels to a Българска Сватба'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SGJnlGSxEHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gBsAnHLYNBI/s72-c/IMG_2565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-3501557670484620980</id><published>2008-06-03T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:35:28.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Smell the Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SEUOZo3Xl-I/AAAAAAAAAO0/w0iO-m746wA/s1600-h/Karlovo%20Rose%20Fest%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207584377753016290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SEUOZo3Xl-I/AAAAAAAAAO0/w0iO-m746wA/s200/Karlovo%2520Rose%2520Fest%2520017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This past weekend was the Festival of the Rose in Karlovo. Two volunteers came for the event; Jim and Emma. I had never been to the rose festival before and wasn't sure if it would be very entertaining..........turns out there was nothing to worry about. When they arrived Friday night, we went for dinner at a local restaurant and talked about Peace Corps experiences and did a little catching up. After dinner we walked through the center. We were met by a local doctor from Soput outside Restaurant Karlovo. He and I are working on a project together to get medical supplies for the local hospitals. This evening was apparently an auction to raise money for children. It was a lavish event with banquet style seating, flowers and lots of food and drink. The doctor invited us to join and paraded us into the restaurant passed the front tables telling everyone we were Americans from the Peace Corps and lead us into the back where all the municipal leadership was sitting.........to say the least we were all surprised to see each other. The night continued with a few awkward hellos and introductions. The waiter brought us out cake and poured us water in wine glasses. The doctor, who was very drunk at this point in the night kept coming over with wine for our glasses. The entertainment for the night began not much after we arrived. There were women in Vegas style costumes dancing to Broadway music and a man who swallowed fire and had Jim step on his chest while laying on a bed of nails. Emma described it as what she expected to happen if she was ever tripping on Acid. I was pretty sure that no matter how much fun the next few days were this evening would be hard to top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SEUOKCEC8gI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ojjGC3bvSLU/s1600-h/Karlovo%20Rose%20Fest%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207584109639168514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SEUOKCEC8gI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ojjGC3bvSLU/s200/Karlovo%2520Rose%2520Fest%2520024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next morning we woke up early and met the past volunteer and my dance group to go to the outside of town to the rose fields. Here we saw the tradition of the rose queen and her court, traditional dancing, singing and drank rose rakia......which honestly was more like cool aid with rose flavoring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the events in the rose fields there was a presentation in the center with the rose queen and the mayor. This was followed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SEUOKQaK5GI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Y9vkL_hp3YY/s1600-h/Karlovo%20Rose%20Fest%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207584113490060386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SEUOKQaK5GI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Y9vkL_hp3YY/s200/Karlovo%2520Rose%2520Fest%2520025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kukeri dancing and singing. We decided to go for a walk around Karlovo to see the waterfall and a local rakia distillery. This distillery made rose rakia and rose water. They were giving demonstrations and tasting. Later that night, there was a concert in the center. It was an early 90's hair band. They played alot of covers and at one point played the first 3 or 4 minutes of several popular rock ballads which was a bit confusing but that might have been all the knew for those songs. At one point we only heard the drummer playing, this was because the other group members decided to take a smoke break in the middle of the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Emma headed back to her town Sunday morning and Jim and I enjoyed a lazy afternoon. We made french toast and attempted to make banana bread in my testy oven. We made a crazy decision to go to Plovdiv for McDonalds. I spent almost 10 leva on food and it was worth every stutinki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday I had an Eco club project with the kids I went with on excursion a few weeks ago. There was a presentation from a volunteer who lives in Gabrovo (just over the mountains) and we played a game about food chains then they made masks with natural and recyclable materials and finished the event with two films; one about hedgehogs and the other about lady bugs. At one point in each movie the animals were getting a bit physical.......the kids were giggling and we had to explain that is what happens in nature so there can be more hedgehogs and ladybugs. Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The class and their teacher had brought me a bouquet of flowers........it really made me feel special and welcome. After the event I was given some startling news. Thankfully the visiting volunteer had better Bulgarian skills then I and was able to clue me in on what she was saying. He just had this look on him that something was wrong. I understood that she was talking about a student and a mom but it wasn't until she used the work "monkey" in Bulgarian that I was able to piece the puzzle together. The problem was that there was a student in her class who did not come to the event because he was upset. After our trip around Bulgaria he went home crying saying that apparently I had called him a monkey. This of course was not true and not something I would ever do to anyone let alone a 10 year old child. He has a complex about his larger ears. I was told that he tends to think people are always talking about him and his ears. I assume he heard me say something to the other kids, or misunderstood something I said thinking it was related to him and his ears. I don't know where he would have come up with this idea. The teacher explained that she knew this was not in my character and even the students explained it had not happened. The mother of this student was upset as I can imagine and had contacted the teacher about the incident. I offered to speak with the mother if it would help. Even though the accusations were completely off the wall and false it certainly put a damper in my day to think that not only one of the students but also their parents thought I was capable of this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was back to the real world. I started work in the information center. They have been itching for an English speaker to be working here for all of the foreign tourists asking for information regarding the town and the mountains. There has already been a man in today from Switzerland. he wants to make a film about the rose festivals in Karlovo and Kazanlak. I was sorry to say that he had missed the festival in Karlovo but had all week to enjoy the festivities in Kazanluk. I also put him in contact with the volunteer in that town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is a beautiful day on Waterfall street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-3501557670484620980?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3501557670484620980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=3501557670484620980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/3501557670484620980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/3501557670484620980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/smell-roses.html' title='Smell the Roses'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SEUOZo3Xl-I/AAAAAAAAAO0/w0iO-m746wA/s72-c/Karlovo%2520Rose%2520Fest%2520017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-4855114497972033014</id><published>2008-05-26T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T02:59:23.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Hanging with the kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SDsZXYu_T2I/AAAAAAAAANc/XgyskK90psA/s1600-h/IMG_2475[1]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204781683923963746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SDsZXYu_T2I/AAAAAAAAANc/XgyskK90psA/s200/IMG_2475%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; On Friday I returned to Karlovo after a five day excursion with twenty-five third graders, all of which were nine or ten years old. The trip was an opportunity for the children to take learning outside of the classroom. We visited history museums, churches, historic monuments and caves. The name of this little excursion translates into Green School. Not only did the students learn about the history and culture of Bulgaria but also its amazing environmental beauty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was asked to serve as another shaperone for the students and since I speak English..........it was thought that I could teach the children English while we were traveling around the country. I had prepared flash cards and pictures in English and Bulgarian but the kids were also happy playing 20 questions all day long in order to learn any word they could think of. It was very humorus and I enjoyed every moment of it. I helped them with their English and I had 25 ready and willing Bulgarian language teachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At first they didnt seem very interested in me traveling with them. Every now and then they would walk to the front of the bus where I was sitting and ask me a question; "Where are you from?", "How old are you?", "Do you speak Bulgarian?" :) (that one always makes me laugh because I've already answered the first few questions in Bulgarian), "How long have you been in Bulgaria?" ........and so on. This went on just about the entire first day until we got to our hotel and we had more time to joke and have fun. It wasnt long before we were all good friends........But the questions continued :) They wanted to know absolutly everything about the United States and how it was different from Bulgaria. It was difficult conveying to them the size of the US because they wanted a response that pertained to the whole country. They didnt understand how there could be so many differences in one country. I did my best. I did have one student who asked me what life was like in England. I explained I was from the US, and not only is it far from England but also different in many ways. She didnt seem to care much about my explanation.....to her, they were two English speaking countries and basicly one in the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was one student who turned out to be more curious then the others. One day he put his arm around me and asked me with a smile "Are you married?" Not too bad for a nine year old. Every night we had a little disco in the resturant of the hotel.....only problem was all the boys I could dance with were missing fifteen years and three feet. It was fun just goofing around and dancing around with the kids not worring how bad I dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The moms and other shaperones were just as interesting. The day was spent with the kids and in the evening the older women and I spent the evening with Bulgarian snacks, Gin and tonics and Music Idol. The questions at this time of day were geared more toward what I was doing before I moved to Bulgaria, my family and my personal life. It was interesting to them that I was twenty three years old, living very far from my parents and without a ring or kids. One had been married since she was 16, but never regreted a moment of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before I left on the trip I began planning an Eco Club for these students. We will play games focused on food chains, have a mask making competition with materials from the outside and recyclables, and also a film and a presentation about the animals in the Balkan Region. I will be getting help from local volunteers in Gabrovo for the presentaions and well........... the crowd control (entertaining 25 youngins is no easy task). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope to have the opportunity to work with more youth in the future of my service regarding environmental education in ways such as eco clubs, projects, hikes and outtings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-4855114497972033014?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4855114497972033014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=4855114497972033014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/4855114497972033014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/4855114497972033014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/hanging-with-kiddos.html' title='Hanging with the kiddos'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SDsZXYu_T2I/AAAAAAAAANc/XgyskK90psA/s72-c/IMG_2475%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-8470463014452466738</id><published>2008-05-18T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:15:53.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Life behind the scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SDBtx-9NQXI/AAAAAAAAANU/yZW9vxQO8LE/s1600-h/tiffanys71.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201778275093660018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SDBtx-9NQXI/AAAAAAAAANU/yZW9vxQO8LE/s200/tiffanys71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well its only a matter of time before you have to write something personal in your blog. For some of us, life as a volunteer includes more then butchering the language, nagosti and coffee at the local cafe. A few of us have attempted to have a personal life during our service.......arent we optamistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This brings with it many challenges, sacrafices and the need for alot of strengh and understanding. The biggest challenge is balancing your commitment to your work and community (your reason for coming here and dedicating two years of your life) while finding time and giving enough of yourself to your personal commitments. Sometimes I find myself asking if it is appropriate to be spending time on anything other then my work, however we are all entitiled to a life as long as you keep your priorities in mind at all times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope! This is something I have been holding onto everyday. Hope that all your effort and time spent is going to prove worthy of all the difficulty. Hope that one day you will have more then weekends. Hope that one day you will really learn who this person is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just as in our service, this must be taken one day at a time and with the least amount of expectations as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;TIME: Do your best to spend your time wisly; its limited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;TALK: Communication is so important, because you spend 80% of your relationship on skype or sending emails if your lucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BE CAREFUL: Your emotions cant be paraded around town and your best friend on the other side of the world isnt always going to be awake when you need someone to talk to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PATIENCE: Be willing to put your needs on hold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;UNDERSTANDING: The first priority is your purpose for being here.......Don't lose site of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take a deep breath and take each step with care and consideration. Maybe it doesnt work for everyone but for me it also takes alot of prayer; all of my blessings did not come from my work alone, so why would I think I could face my challenges and survive them alone?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-8470463014452466738?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8470463014452466738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=8470463014452466738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/8470463014452466738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/8470463014452466738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-behind-scenes.html' title='Life behind the scenes'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SDBtx-9NQXI/AAAAAAAAANU/yZW9vxQO8LE/s72-c/tiffanys71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-1784959366189019490</id><published>2008-05-13T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:30:10.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SCoU0e9NQWI/AAAAAAAAANM/1RcPPyJMbvM/s1600-h/1982-FORGIVENESS.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199991611648196962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SCoU0e9NQWI/AAAAAAAAANM/1RcPPyJMbvM/s200/1982-FORGIVENESS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgiveness breaks the chain of causality because he who forgives you out of love takes upon himself the consequences of what you have done. Forgiveness, therefore, always entails a sacrafice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Dag Hjalmar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Mark Twain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-1784959366189019490?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1784959366189019490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=1784959366189019490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/1784959366189019490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/1784959366189019490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SCoU0e9NQWI/AAAAAAAAANM/1RcPPyJMbvM/s72-c/1982-FORGIVENESS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-3993769256740134925</id><published>2008-05-09T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:22:40.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Some might say my daily life is a bit strange...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SCQjCoyf8uI/AAAAAAAAAMM/nzXECaRS_Bc/s1600-h/ist2_2013788_confused_monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198318398108332770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SCQjCoyf8uI/AAAAAAAAAMM/nzXECaRS_Bc/s200/ist2_2013788_confused_monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So enough "odd" things have happened to me lately that I felt compelled to share it with everyone who may be reading my blog. For those who do not live this sometimes awkward life style, daily events and happenings may leaving you looking with a confused and maybe nervous face. I've encountered the weird, the funny and the "are you serious, is this really happening?" You can't plan for each day, because 90% of the time it never happens the way you plan or something off the wall happens instead which really just makes your day that much more interesting........Just be prepared to go to the moon at a moments notice and you will be fine. I always keep my passport, a toothbrush and a change of underwear on me at all times....you never know whats going to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriously though.......things seem to happen to me here that would leave some with a huge ? over their head like in the Sunday morning cartoons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back in January I was going to Sofia by bus. It was 6:30 in the morning and a man was sitting across from me making the most horrible sounds. Everyone seemed to think he was sleeping but I could tell it was not so simple. He was foaming at the mouth and his breaths were getting shorter and shorter. At the time the bus driver decided to go back and see what all the commotion was about the man had stopped breathing. The driver was yelling at him to wake up. Rather then calling for an ambulance right away when the man did not wake up, instead he went back to his seat and turned on the bus. I was in horrified. Were we going to leave this man on the bus with us for the next 3 hrs ? Finally one of the passengers said that he would call for an ambulance. After waiting 20 minutes for this the man had ceased to make any sounds and was completely still. It was so odd because his phone was ringing every five minutes, as if someone in Sofia was trying to contact him and he was not really in the position to tell them he wasn't going to be making the trip. The man passed away. He needed 5 men to carry him off the bus onto a stretcher and be put into a car used as an ambulance but really was an old communist car or truck reassembled into an ambulance. Needless to say it was a quiet trip all the way to Sofia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm friends with the woman who runs the local Radio station. Once she heard that I had joined a local Bulgarian dance group she wanted to see my skills............outside in the center of town! Every morning she would find me somehow, I would be on my way to work and she would want to dance the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;horo&lt;/span&gt;, rain or shine this woman was ready. With some music and the right outfits we could have been quite the entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day I was waiting on my boss to come to the office and open the door when I man talking to himself was kicking rocks around where I was sitting. He seemed harmless until he picked up one of the larger rocks and made the motion that he would throw the rock toward one of the nearby shop owners. I was a bit nervous and thought about leaving. He came over to me and started to tell me something in Bulgarian. This man was missing all of his teeth making his words that much more difficult to understand. I told him I wasn't able to understand him, so he thought for a second and just said to have a nice day. About five minutes later he came back with a red tulip for me as a present and then walked away. I decided to go home and work from there until I heard more from my boss. I hadn't been walking more then 3 minutes when I heard the sound of someone running behind me......it was the same guy. I kept walking only to hope that he wasn't running to me. Well he was.....he threw everything in his arms in front of me so I couldn't walk anymore. He stops for a breath, looks up at me and says USA? I replied yes and he handed me a cookie and then ran back in the other direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just yesterday I was walking home from work to change my clothes for the opening of an art auction that was associated with one of my recent projects. Please keep in mind I live in Bulgaria......not anywhere near a desert. I'm walking by and just enjoying the weather when I see a camel sitting next to my apartment building.......Yes a camel. This animal was just chilling out in the grass with 5 miniature horses. I found out later that the circus is in town. This wasn't as shocking as what I found on the steps of my apartment building this morning. What looked like a 3 or 4 year old little girl and an infant were sitting on a blanket alone, dirty and very sad looking. I kept looking around for parents or someone keeping a watch on them.....no one! One would think that would be enough to talk about for one day......not in my town. The woman in my office asked me to take a notebook to the tourist hostel and mentioned that I had mail waiting for me at the information center. I went for a walk, grabbed some pastry and ran my errands. On my way back to work I saw a man who comes into my office to speak with my boss on a weekly basis. He was in his car and I went over to say hello. I could see tears in his eyes but rather then saying something about what was wrong he proceeded to ask me if I would teach his grandchildren English.....well of course but not what I was expecting him to talk to me about. He wanted to know where I was going so I explained I was headed to work.......I could see it from where I was standing. He insisted for me to get in his car so that he could take me to work......all 30 seconds of the trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;include&lt;/span&gt; the constant stares because I must have AMERICAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tattooed&lt;/span&gt; to my head, crazy questions about America (You mean its not like on the movie...?)  and little things like mothers leaving their children in baby carriages outside or 5 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;old children&lt;/span&gt; buying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cigarettes&lt;/span&gt; at the local store....but you get the idea.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well that's just a taste of the odd ball things that go on here in Bulgaria.......Can you handle it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-3993769256740134925?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3993769256740134925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=3993769256740134925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/3993769256740134925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/3993769256740134925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-might-say-my-daily-life-is-bit.html' title='Some might say my daily life is a bit strange...........'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SCQjCoyf8uI/AAAAAAAAAMM/nzXECaRS_Bc/s72-c/ist2_2013788_confused_monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-3576378171228242139</id><published>2008-05-08T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:18:58.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>I'm alive, I promise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah so I’m a horrible volunteer and I haven’t been sharing with the rest of the world about my experiences in Bulgaria…………..Here is me playing catch-up after a month of no blogging. Lets see, since March I have been crazy busy with projects, almost dieing in my bathroom, checking out a few more cities in the BG and playing around in the North EU.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday three of my first projects will have been implemented after several months of work and if you know me at all, a bit of stress. At the beginning of the month there was a youth art exhibit organized by a local high school student and myself. Students participated from every school in the Municipality, from first grade to their senior year. There were photographs, graphics, sculpture and paintings. Two poems of my poems were written on photos taken by another student………….they were in English so I had to do some explaining. So many people from the community came to show their support. Many leaders of the Municipality came and local teachers. We had problems finding funding from the community, and ended up accepting support from a local political party……..which means after organizing for 3 months I had to take the back seat and keep my name out of the event. As a volunteer I can’t be politically affiliated especially since I technically work for an office out of the municipality. The event was organized to sell the artwork and give the money earned to the local orphanage as well as get the local youth involved in a charity and bring the community together. It was a great success and I was really impressed with the hard work of the students and the support of the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SCQkcYyf8vI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_ou2wk----k/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198319940001592050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SCQkcYyf8vI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_ou2wk----k/s200/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a few days later (April 21 and 22 2008) was two days full of Earth day activities that I had organized with several local teachers, my organization (tourist society) and local students. The first day included painting over years of graffiti on the information center and planning trees and flowers around the property. The second day included 10 students from the local mahala and I making bird feeders and seedling planters. They really enjoyed themselves and I really felt that I helped to make a special day for them. Later in the day I painted two murals with several High School students on the side of the info center. One was Edelweiss and the other was a tree with the faces of youth under a banner that said in Bulgarian “Celebrate the Earth.”&lt;br /&gt;For the last 4 months I have been working with the local English school specify on their American cultural day. My site mate and I have been helping the students to prepare projects and even teach them some American dances. The event will be this Sunday. A representative from the US embassy in Sofia will come, some staff from the Peace Corps and the community has also been invited to watch the event.&lt;br /&gt;Other then work I have been living life in this little county. A few weeks ago I learned why people always wear sandals in their bathroom. I was trying to do a little home repair and fell on slick tile directly on my elbow and then my lower back. I’m ok now but after a trip to Sofia it just gave my boss something to tease me about………I mean who falls in their bathroom and messes up their elbow. It does feel funny though. The tip of my elbow where I fell is chipped.&lt;br /&gt;As far as traveling, I went to a great city north of my site, Veliko Turnovo. It was absolutely beautiful. I went for a meeting with a Russian woman who is writing a book about tourist destinations in Bulgarian. Since I work for the tourist society and info center in Karlovo I figured it was a great opportunity. I met up with 3 other volunteers and stayed in a hostel owned by a RPCV. The town is built into a hill with so many historic buildings and structures. The same night we crashed at the hostel, a young English man was also staying in our room. He was hilarious and kept us entertained. He apparently has been working in many countries, with odd jobs just seeing the whole world. He told us about his American girlfriend who he has dated for 10 years long distance. She was coming just two weeks after we met. Little did she know he had just bought some property in a nearby village to VT. By that I mean that he bought a shack he was planning on adding a shower and a blow up mattress to before she came. I wished him luck for her arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SCQk9Yyf8wI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ntSqscvHGyA/s1600-h/IMG_2360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198320506937275138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SCQk9Yyf8wI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ntSqscvHGyA/s200/IMG_2360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just last week I went on another trip. This time I went out of the country to Latvia for a youth exchange. Five students and myself traveled by plane (some of them for the first time) to a country even smaller then the one I live in…………..if that is possible. The name of the exchange was called “Looking forward for open Europe.” Even though it was grammatically incorrect it was a good exchange. The organization and leadership could have been better but I really enjoyed the activities and the people I met. My favorite was the Portuguese group. One guy had a really long name beginning with G so we just called him Big G………such a funny guy. I’m planning to make a trip to Portugal to see them as soon as I can afford it. I will be traveling to Austria and Slovenia with Jim in August………so my money has been already spoken for.&lt;br /&gt;The rose festival is in just a few weeks and the previous volunteer from Karlovo will be coming back at the beginning of next week. I’m really looking forward to this festival. Tourists from all over the world come to see the traditions of the rose festival. I asked if I could be the rose queen which they crown every year, but apparently there is this rule she has to be Bulgarian……..Can you believe it? ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-3576378171228242139?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3576378171228242139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=3576378171228242139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/3576378171228242139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/3576378171228242139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-alive-i-promise.html' title='I&apos;m alive, I promise!'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/SCQkcYyf8vI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_ou2wk----k/s72-c/Picture+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-163032312382288186</id><published>2008-03-31T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:52:38.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Какво Става с Мен</title><content type='html'>N&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ow that I'm trying to catch up on my blog entries, I'm at the point where I can fill you all in on the present. My work is going very well. My new counterpart is a very smart man with great project ideas. He is very interested in sustainable tourism in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Karlovo&lt;/span&gt;. Currently we are working on a SPA project for alternative energy systems for the five huts in the mountains surrounding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Karlovo&lt;/span&gt;. We want to add Solar panels, composting toilets and composting of organic wastes for each site. We have until August to have the project written, but still a long time to go as far as creating the budget, securing funding from the municipality and planning out the timeline. My counterpart says "Има време" - There is time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday Peace Corps came to visit my site now that I HAVE AN APARTMENT, and now that I have a new organization (with a sweet counterpart!) This was a very productive meeting because I was able to express any concerns I had about our working situation and he was able to explain more ideas he had about projects, future events and how he wishes for me to be involved with the tourism information center. Eye opening! I had a good idea about what he wanted and now I feel even more confident about being busy with projects and activities while I work for this organization. Yeah for having work and people who want to work with you!&lt;br /&gt;When the Peace Corps came they brought with them a package that had been sent to me in December 2007. This is not the norm for packages to take quite that long.........sometimes I wonder if the pony express is still in use but not three months. When I received the package I saw what had caused the delay. My address was illegible and the only information that could be read was my name, Peace corps, Bulgaria and 4300 (my town code). With this limited information this package, even after three months made its way to the Peace Corps office in Sofia. Someone out there went out of their way to find out where the Peace Corps office was in Bulgaria. In the box, I received some Christmas socks, ginger cookies, wire art, "Grow a pet" (a plastic pet that grows 600% its size when in water for 72 hrs), a very pretty Chinese fan and an American magazine article about cosmetic companies in my region. Very interesting contents. Certainly made my week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R_EjOXSafKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3P-gjqL3xg8/s1600-h/IMG_2125[1]"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R_Ej5HSafLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/aUPa9LpksW4/s1600-h/IMG_2122[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183964110195948722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R_Ej5HSafLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/aUPa9LpksW4/s200/IMG_2122%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside of my organization I continue my efforts with local schools and some social groups. With the other volunteer in my town, we have been assisting in the planning and preparation of an American cultural day with the local English school. The children will be presenting everything from historical events, famous people, holidays and even one about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mcdonalds&lt;/span&gt; and Kentucky Fried Chicken. In addition to the projects, some children will be participating in extra activities such as traditional dances, readings of famous poets, skits, plays and preparing traditional American food. As far as food, my site mate and I will be preparing some dishes and hopefully with the help &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R_Eki3SafMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2WwYUi1LW6w/s1600-h/IMG_2128[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183964827455487170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R_Eki3SafMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2WwYUi1LW6w/s200/IMG_2128%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of other volunteers. We would like to serve macaroni and cheese, apple pie, lemonade, hamburgers........ This Saturday they had an end of the year party named "Fashion disaster." It was a great time with dancing and games. At the end of the party I provided the teachers with American country music that I would be using to teach the students how to country line dance. After the party I went with about 15 little girls to our cultural center where I dance every week, to teach them the electric slide. It was more of them jumping around and giggling.......So cute and lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have dance practice three times a week. My group is preparing for a dance festival in Spain this summer. I will not be attending but it gives me more opportunity to improve my skills and practice my Bulgarian. My group will be performing for the Rose Festival at the end of May and early June. I have yet to be asked to participate but I have been told my dancing is improving and its good fun just to be active with the group. Once a week I climb on an indoor climbing wall with a local high school student. He is ranked 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in Europe for his climbing skills. I have been working with him for the past month on preparing a resume of his placements and a cover letter to request funding from companies throughout Europe and in the US. These were sent out last Thursday, I hope they return a response so that he can continue in his competitive climbing. This is a large part of who he is and I would hate to see him have to give it up because he is unable to find the resources to make it possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R_Eij3SafJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8oKge1kH96I/s1600-h/IMG_2107[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183962645612100754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R_Eij3SafJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8oKge1kH96I/s200/IMG_2107%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week I planted trees with the municipality. We planted at least 75 trees. With my site mate we plated about 10-12 trees together. These are located in what was an open grassy area next to several bloc districts. The area does seem more pleasant. This was a great opportunity to interact with the municipality workers outside of their office and do some physical work outside. I can only hope that the municipality and the neighbors to to these new trees keep them maintained and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English group is going very well. We have had 5 meetings so far and each with a very good turnout. Some of our topics of discussion have included the issues facing Bulgaria, the youth in Bulgaria, lack of employment, environmental issues and homosexuality. Not only does this provide this with a relaxed environment to practice their English since many of them are preparing for their final certificate, but it also allows them to discuss topics not normally discussed in school or in their homes. These students are very bright and have become not only windows to the youth interests in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Karlovo&lt;/span&gt; they have also become my friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last two weeks I have been so tired. This is beyond being difficult to get up when I hear my alarm, I'm not hearing my alarm and sleeping well past when I am supposed to be at work. Not good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I have been going to bed late and eating later. The Peace Corps Medical officer suggested to take vitamins ( I have been bad about this since I was a kid), going for walks in the sun, going to bed earlier on a regular schedule and not eating late. I have removed caffeine from my diet and trying to cut down on salt and sugar. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not trying to go on a diet but trying to see if a changed and improved diet can help my sleeping problem, otherwise the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PCMO&lt;/span&gt; has suggested I may need to be tested for anemia. I had blood testing in December and there were no issues then but if my changes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; show any results I will see if this is a possibility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been asked to join another Blog, Blog Stars! I will be the only female posting. My topic is graffiti art and to allow myself other options I think I will also expand my topic to Communist Art. My first post will be tomorrow.......You will have to wait till then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-163032312382288186?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/163032312382288186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=163032312382288186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/163032312382288186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/163032312382288186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='Какво Става с Мен'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R_Ej5HSafLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/aUPa9LpksW4/s72-c/IMG_2122%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-2620566135341035518</id><published>2008-03-26T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:03:45.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>A Place to Call Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-q3OnSafII/AAAAAAAAAJA/NnP80mfpdVg/s1600-h/IMG_2102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182155782935444610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-q3OnSafII/AAAAAAAAAJA/NnP80mfpdVg/s200/IMG_2102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After five months I have my own little space. Since October of last year I have been hearing from my local Municipality that they are working on my apartment and will have it ready "soon." Soon has a new meaning for me, so does "wait a little."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After a while I was under the impression I would be living with the other volunteer in my town for the rest of my service. Every month or so the Peace Corps and my Municipality agreed on new deadlines for my apartment to be completed and every month the date would pass with no change. When I was finally told it was ready I came to see for myself what it looked like...........it was great! I had freshly painted walls, wood floors and a complelty new bathroom, but........it was empty, no furniture or kitchen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-q0pHSafBI/AAAAAAAAAII/Ih9p2b3CtnQ/s1600-h/IMG_2099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182152939667094546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-q0pHSafBI/AAAAAAAAAII/Ih9p2b3CtnQ/s200/IMG_2099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went back to the municipality to ask when this would be completly finished, they replied that this is as far as they can go because they ran out of money. Uhhh What? I was told they only had 500 lv left for me to spend on all the necessary items Peace Corps requires in each apartment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This would have covered maybe 2 or 3 items on a list of 15. After several phone calls and the Municipality handing over the responsability of my apartment to the Deputy Mayor it was completyly furnished in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many people didnt understand why I needed my own apartment. Almost every person in Bulgaria lives with a realitive or girl/boyfriend. Living is too expensive to live alone, so for me to have my own space seemed unuseuall and maybe even unnecessary. Its required by the Peace Corps for each volunteer to have their own living space, even if it is with a host family........there must be certain space dedicated for the volunteer's use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-q00HSafCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Oij7G4Vf9PA/s1600-h/IMG_2100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182153128645655586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-q00HSafCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Oij7G4Vf9PA/s200/IMG_2100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a modest little pad. My one room apartment is within the tallest buildings in my town. I live on the first floor and have a great view of the Balkan Mountains. Slowly but shurely with the help of several workers from the municipality and sometimes their family, I was able to get my place in order. It reminds me a bit of a dorm room.......small with pleanty of storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The apartment was previously lived in by an old Roma woman who I believe died in it........lets just say it adds to the character. The apartment building (bloc) is located far from the town center and closer to the mahala just next to the stadium. This means that I have a reason to have long walks when the weather is nice and I'll never miss a town football match. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its so nice to have a place to hang your hat and call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;your own, it was worth the wait :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-q2DXSafFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7XeYpb60TXs/s1600-h/IMG_1272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182154490150288466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-q2DXSafFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7XeYpb60TXs/s200/IMG_1272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-q2RnSafGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ix7vaJKSSaY/s1600-h/IMG_1977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182154734963424354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-q2RnSafGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ix7vaJKSSaY/s200/IMG_1977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-2620566135341035518?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2620566135341035518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=2620566135341035518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/2620566135341035518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/2620566135341035518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/place-to-call-home.html' title='A Place to Call Home'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-q3OnSafII/AAAAAAAAAJA/NnP80mfpdVg/s72-c/IMG_2102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-3981750819343998091</id><published>2008-03-25T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:36:37.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Spring Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-livXSae0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/VLZmuD59qGM/s1600-h/IMG_2017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181781412111088450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-livXSae0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/VLZmuD59qGM/s200/IMG_2017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday March 1st was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baba&lt;/span&gt; Marta Day in Bulgaria. As I explained in my last post, this is a day to pass out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bracelets&lt;/span&gt; for good luck and good health. I spent the whole day tying on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bracelets&lt;/span&gt;, wishing good health and enjoying the amazing weather. I might of gotten carried away with warmer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;temperatures&lt;/span&gt;. I decided to sport a sun dress and flip flops. When my first counterpart saw me on the street she said that I would cause the weather to change and we would have cold rainy weather.........since my outfit was premature. Right up until the end of the day I was exchanging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bracelets&lt;/span&gt;. Since this took place on the weekend, the entire town was exchanging for most of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lsoHSae1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/RlZg8LuVlos/s1600-h/IMG_1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181792282673314642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lsoHSae1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/RlZg8LuVlos/s200/IMG_1990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday March 3rd was the Bulgarian Independence day. I had been invited to join in on the festivities that took place in the center. The Municipality leadership and employees as well as the local military and my dance group came together in the center to celebrate their freedom from Turkish rule. The next day represents a morning of those who died for the freedom of their country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just happened to have a meeting in the Municipality that day to discuss my apartment situation. Before the meeting I was shuffled into the main entrance where all the Municipality workers stood with lit candles and the local monks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cleansing&lt;/span&gt; the building for the new leadership/new year and also to remember the dead..............like our memorial day, only just after our independence day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-ltGXSae2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/3ivwNYWHx4g/s1600-h/IMG_2051.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181792802364357474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-ltGXSae2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/3ivwNYWHx4g/s200/IMG_2051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday March 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Women's&lt;/span&gt; Day (March is women's month). This day has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of symbolism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lejnSaetI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xkWrtecV98w/s1600-h/IMG_2051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not only does is it a day to recognize all the efforts of women but also it follows the continuation of holidays in Spring that celebrate new life, a new start and good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lfPnSaevI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-4ukHvP3fjM/s1600-h/IMG_2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lfPnSaevI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-4ukHvP3fjM/s1600-h/IMG_2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lfPnSaevI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-4ukHvP3fjM/s1600-h/IMG_2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lfPnSaevI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-4ukHvP3fjM/s1600-h/IMG_2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;health. Women give life and maybe even one can connect women with keeping the family / children healthy. This day began with a festival in our center to with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kukerie dancers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Five of our villages were represented in the National &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kukerie&lt;/span&gt; festival only the weekend b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lfPnSaevI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-4ukHvP3fjM/s1600-h/IMG_2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lfPnSaevI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-4ukHvP3fjM/s1600-h/IMG_2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;efore. All 8 of our villages were represented with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kukerie&lt;/span&gt; groups this day. Amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;costumes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;kukerie&lt;/span&gt; of all ages and size filled the town square and the whole town was there to watch. The last group to perform had 10 and 15 foot head dresses made of owl feathers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lfPnSaevI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-4ukHvP3fjM/s1600-h/IMG_2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lfPnSaevI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-4ukHvP3fjM/s1600-h/IMG_2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lfPnSaevI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-4ukHvP3fjM/s1600-h/IMG_2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lfPnSaevI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-4ukHvP3fjM/s1600-h/IMG_2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lfPnSaevI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-4ukHvP3fjM/s1600-h/IMG_2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lfPnSaevI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-4ukHvP3fjM/s1600-h/IMG_2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lfPnSaevI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-4ukHvP3fjM/s1600-h/IMG_2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lfPnSaevI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-4ukHvP3fjM/s1600-h/IMG_2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lfPnSaevI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-4ukHvP3fjM/s1600-h/IMG_2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-lhM3SaewI/AAAAAAAAAGA/AQktWks2jm0/s1600-h/IMG_2098.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-ltrnSae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/S6AU6qmxJVM/s1600-h/IMG_2098.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181793442314484594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-ltrnSae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/S6AU6qmxJVM/s200/IMG_2098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being that this was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; day, I (being female) had been invited to a little banquet at the tourist hostel. The owner had prepared salads, fried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bulgarian&lt;/span&gt; meat and lots of sweets. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 1/3 the age of most of the women there but it was so much fun. We danced the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;horo&lt;/span&gt;, ate till I thought I would never move and exchanged spring bouquets with each other. All the women were grandmothers and being that I was the only one without a family, I was asked repeatedly about my plans to start one and if it would be with a Bulgarian who would convince me to stay and keep me barefoot and pregnant. I just smiled (holding back my chuck reflex) and said I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;plenty&lt;/span&gt; of time for those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, March 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was the national day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;. This is a day celebrated with the family. The younger members of the family as for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt; of the older family members. An egg is given to those asking for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;........again symbolizing new life and a new beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This past Sunday was Easter in the United States though Easter for the Eastern Orthodox is not celebrated until April 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. The traditions seem to be similar. They also incorporate painted eggs and an appearance at the local church. The next big holiday that I am aware of is the Rose Festival. This begins the first week of June. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Preparations&lt;/span&gt; will begin long before. I live in the Rose Valley and our city has a large role in this holiday. Rose oil will be put into our water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;fountain&lt;/span&gt; filling the air with an amazing smell of roses. I have been told by my dance team that I will be dancing with them in the center for the whole town at the Rose Festival..........insert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;biting&lt;/span&gt; fingernails. Should be worth a photo or two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-3981750819343998091?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3981750819343998091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=3981750819343998091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/3981750819343998091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/3981750819343998091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-holidays.html' title='Spring Holidays'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R-livXSae0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/VLZmuD59qGM/s72-c/IMG_2017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-6792556694540875005</id><published>2008-02-28T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T14:48:12.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='February'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Ray of Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Other than some scattered clouds, the weather has been amazing lately.  The sun has been shining and I haven't had to wear 6 layers of clothing to go outside.  The center has been covered with people shopping and sitting outside at cafe.  There are only a few more days left before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baba&lt;/span&gt; Marta Day.  This is celebrated on March 1, as the coming of spring.  Before this day you buy red and white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bracelets&lt;/span&gt; for your friends and family and give them out wishing everyone good luck and health and the person receiving them makes a wish when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bracelet&lt;/span&gt; is being tied on.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bracelets&lt;/span&gt; are worn until you see a stork and then they are tied to a fruit bearing tree.  I'm excited for this holiday and look forward to seeing my friends in town to exchange these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bracelets&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Martanitzi&lt;/span&gt;.  I have bought at least 20-25 with all different types of charms and designs.&lt;br /&gt;My work situation and secondary projects have been keeping me super busy lately.  This week I have had at least 3-6 meetings every day.  I have begun a project with a teacher from one of the local high schools and her students.  The project will focus on Environmental Education and activities to get the students more interested in the topic.  This will include several hikes and camping trips in the mountains, and presentations about Environmental issues, sustainability and human impact.  Before I decide on the topics of the presentations and the specific activities I will submit a survey to the students and the teachers of the local schools to get a better idea of what their interests are and the best resources to make the educational process more fun.  I will also submit a survey to the leaders of the Municipality in order to understand how Environmental Education is supported throughout the town.  In addition to this, my new boss has me working on one of two new websites for his organization.  Today he handed me a plan for now until September of the projects he wants me to be working on with him.  I was in shock.  I figured that I would be pestering him for projects and tasks.  I cant wait............most of this includes working with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;eco&lt;/span&gt; trails, composting and local organizations who want to make a connection with the tourism center.  Outside of my main organization, I have several other projects in the works.  The gallery project is under way now that we have a Go! by the mayor.  Tomorrow I will be speaking with several art teachers about choosing students for the gallery opening.  I have also been asked to submit some art work.  I may do some poetry and or photography.  The local language school has asked the other volunteer and I to help the students put on a large presentation for their end of the year projects.  This will be a huge cultural event all about the United States.  The students can choose any topic they wish and present it however they wish.  I will be organizing a group of students who want to learn a country line dance that will be performed at the large cultural day.  We are inviting their parents, members of the municipality and a member of the US embassy.  I have started an informal English group so that the local community who speaks English can practice their language skills outside of a classroom.  I have had a very good response so far.&lt;br /&gt;Outside of work I have managed to take part in a Bulgarian dance group and a rock climbing club.  The young man who invited me to climb with him is a European Champion.  He has been unable to gain support from our municipality for his competitions, so I am helping him to put together a resume and letter for climbing companies and organizations that might be willing to sponsor him and help him pay for his competitions and gear.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm traveling to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chirpan&lt;/span&gt; to watch another volunteer who has also joined a dance group.  I have to give him a lot of credit for doing this.  It can be difficult enough going to practice and being the American butchering their time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;honored&lt;/span&gt; dances, but performing in front of your community and media...........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;intimidating&lt;/span&gt;.  I will be performing on Monday and Wednesday.  Monday is the National Holiday.  This will celebrate the independence of the Bulgarian People.  As far as I have heard this is only a day without work and relaxation.  The mayor will make a speech and the military will display their equipment.  It is not celebrated in such a active way like our independence day.&lt;br /&gt;Just today I received the keys to my new apartment.  The one I have been waiting to be completed for five months.  I was told it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; finished.  This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; totally true.  It has electricity and running water but where the Kitchen is supposed to be is not finished and there is not furniture, only an empty room.  I was told that the Municipality will give me 500 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;leva&lt;/span&gt; to buy all the things I need.  This will not be enough for a fridge, oven, bed and the smaller things I will need.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; totally surprised that even to the very end they would be dragging their feet to try and get out of the agreement with Peace Corps.  None the less I have been in my apartment several times today just enjoying the fact that I do have a brand new space all for me........even if I cant move in just yet.  So close and almost there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-6792556694540875005?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6792556694540875005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=6792556694540875005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/6792556694540875005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/6792556694540875005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/ray-of-light.html' title='Ray of Light'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-8507904233606967146</id><published>2008-02-20T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T02:47:47.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='February'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>I can't believe I did that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At the moment I am sitting in the living room of my apt.  About an hour ago I was in new my office just next to my apartment building.  This is a smaller and temporary office that does not have facilities.  Since my apartment was only steps away, I decided to leave my things in the office and run upstairs to use my own facilities.  When I closed the door of the office it locked on its own.......the keys are in the locked office and I am sadly not.  Ehhh it could be worse.  I got a hold of my counterpart and currently I'm waiting for her to find a locksmith who will come and unlock the door so that I can continue with my work.  Not exactly how I imagined my first day but there isnt much that surprises me in this country anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My new work placement is with the Tourism information center in Karlovo.  I already find myself much happier in this placement then the last.......not only because I have a responsive director but also because they are excited to have a volunteer and ready with several projects and activities for me to work on with them.  This will not only give me the opportunity to work with tourism activities in Karlovo, it will also allow me to provide assistance to the tourists who come from abroad.  I explained to my director that I also want to be involved in environmental awareness activities with the local youth through the center.  He was very excited about this.  As far as work goes, things seem to be looking up......Right now I am only waiting on my apartment to be finished and a locked door :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Soon I will be starting an informal English group with students from the local language school and also having a pen pal exchange between these students and several in the states.  I have a cousin in Kentucky who is a teacher in middle school and her students are very excited to have pen pals in Bulgaria.   This should be a great experience for both sides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I spoke with my mom last night over SKYPE.  She is doing very well.  She explains that she is almost pain free and that her cancer markers are dropping fast.  I cant ask for better news.  My other family members are just now learning about the wonder that is SKYPE, so soon I hope to speak with them on a regular basis, not only through email. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The student I climb with on Tuesdays is training for his next competition.  I have been communicating with my climbing friends in the states to see if they had any ideas of how to find him a sponsor for his competitions since he does not have the money himself and the municipality is not a reliable source of support.  He and I will be working on his resume and several letters to send to European and American companies that design climbing gear and or support the sport itself.  If anything it will show him  how to find support within his own interests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday was the day of remembering Vasil Levski, this was the memorial of his hanging.  He is the hero of this country and known as their freedom fighter.  He desired to have one united Republic of Bulgaria.....not sure if he would be happy with the present day situation.  The schools let out early and parades and people flooded the streets all the way to the Levski monument in the old town.  Red and yellow carnations were put at the foot of the monument as a memorial of his death and for his heroic efforts.  On Monday I attended a play that illustrated the events that led up to Levski beginning the rebellion in Bulgaria.  Not only was it a great play helping me to better understand how he played such an important role in creating a more united nation for his people but it also allowed me to feel like more of the community.  After the play I talked with several municipality employees and their families. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well I have been told my problem is solved and I can go back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-8507904233606967146?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8507904233606967146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=8507904233606967146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/8507904233606967146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/8507904233606967146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-cant-believe-i-did-that.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I did that!'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-1019381968922983655</id><published>2008-02-05T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T06:34:33.569-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='February'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Who knew the woman painting her nails would be my rock of sanity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life has been all over the place since I got back from Thailand. Last weekend I hosted a much needed ladies weekend in Karlovo. We made French toast for breakfast, I gave them a tour of the town and we and stayed up late doing the whole girly gossip. I had such a great weekend with the girls. It gave us all an opportunity to open up and just hash out whatever was going on, which we all needed to do. Next time I want to have more of the B22 girls.......one big estrogen fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday I had a visit from my program manager. This visit was intended to find out what would be my next steps in the municipality since my department had been closed and counterpart fired. Since the municipality I have been working for, had not met any of the requirements to host a PCV up to this point, there were intentions of removing me from the municipality and moving me to a new organization. The meetings that day resulted in another period of waiting. I have been waiting 4 months for an apartment that was supposed to be done the weekend I arrived back in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; October and Its been almost a month since my counterpart was fired and sinve have been sitting in an empty office waiting for information. It was agreed that I would wait until March to see if the Muni will give me work since they explained that they do want to keep me, had a new department for me and had actually began work on my apartment. I had expected that this would have been a visit with more concrete results but progress and results occur differently in this country and you have to accept it or let it drive you up a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday of last week I was called into the Deputy Mayors office to meet a man who is the director of an sustainable development NGO in town. We talked about work done in this dept, the type of work I wanted to be involved in and how I could be involved in this organization..........call me crazy but I thought I was getting a new work placement. I was asked to show up this Monday morning to meet with this director and the others in his office. I showed up to the office and met some very nice people who told me if I had any questions or needed any help to feel free to come to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;m. We all talked about peace corps, my background, the United States and learned a little about the organization. I was asked again what type of projects I wanted to work on. I explained that I wanted to do something related to environmental awareness, but willing to work on whatever was the current project........just wanting some work to do (though I am busy with other activities). When this was over he said I should go with him. We left the office and walked toward the center, then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; into the Municipality. I was not sure why my new boss was taking me back to my old place of work. Well it turns out that this man is not my new boss, instead he is the head of the department that has replaced mine and I was introduced to him as a resource.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that confusion, I was trying to figure out who would be coming with me to the Peace Corps IST that starts on Monday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;next week. Either the counterpart of the volunteer is supposed to attend or a member of the office they work in who the volunteer works with. At this point I was without a counterpart until it was suggested to me that the new girl in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; office I "work" in to be my counterpart. Turns out she used to be the counterpart of the volunteer before the last and is familiar with project writing......so I think that could work. She is really young but very smart and super sweet. Im only confused on if I work in that office or for that office since the muni said they would be placing me in another department in a few weeks......Just one reason to talk to my program staff at IST. So as of yet I do not know who I will be going with to IST for the PDM workshop but at this point im just along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R6jz976sptI/AAAAAAAAADY/s-XIgtfI_T8/s1600-h/2242128019_8223dfbd5c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163645218161731282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R6jz976sptI/AAAAAAAAADY/s-XIgtfI_T8/s200/2242128019_8223dfbd5c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;weekend was so fantastic. The weather was so beautiful. Jim came to visit me this weekend and he finally had the opportunity to experience Karlovo, meet people in my town and enjoy being outside surrounded by the beautiful Balkan mountains. Friday we went to the intellect school to watch the students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; presentations, then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we went to the disco with the students from the youth parliament. Saturday was so much fun. We went to meet with my dance group at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;our dance hall. After everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R6j0JL6spuI/AAAAAAAAADg/Q7jQ3bUX4xk/s1600-h/2242128265_b353958656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163645411435259618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R6j0JL6spuI/AAAAAAAAADg/Q7jQ3bUX4xk/s200/2242128265_b353958656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;changed, we boarded a bus for no more then 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; minutes and then got back out again. Everyone walked to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the top of a hill covered in snow. When we arrived, some of the dancers were making preparations for some type of cultural tradition. It turns out though Trifonovden was Friday it was being celebrated with the community on Saturday. This was a holiday to celebrate the fruits of last years grape harvest and bless the land for the following. I drank red and white wine from metal bowls that had a grape &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;branch floating in the wine. This is more symbolism of blessing next years harvest with this years fruits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The mayor came to the event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; He broke traditional Bulgarian bread, drank some &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R6j2Kb6spyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uDCFd35Xlx8/s1600-h/2242926788_9d4d1d4c53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163647631933351714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R6j2Kb6spyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uDCFd35Xlx8/s200/2242926788_9d4d1d4c53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wine and cut a branch from the vineyard. A priest came and blessed the vineyard and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;followed it with a small religious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ceremony &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which had me trying my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hardest to keep a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;candle lit in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wind :) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the ceremony, we all walked down the hill to another part of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the festival that had kukerie dancers, who scare off evil spirits.  There were also baba horo dancers. I did a little horo in the mud and snow to amuse my dance group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jim and I had intended on making chicken pot pie for dinner but we ended up blowing a fuse and killing the electricity in the apartment........this lead to eating out and some really amazing chicken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The rest of the weekend was spent relaxing, enjoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; amazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;weather and eating a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; lot of M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R6j2y76sp1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/1CtOk4Pnsug/s1600-h/2242138467_da60b652dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163648327718053714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R6j2y76sp1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/1CtOk4Pnsug/s200/2242138467_da60b652dc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp;M's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was a little more confusing as far as still trying to figure out this partner to IST.........I'm finished trying to figure it all out. I'm just going to watch it unfold and quit worrying about it. This evening was very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;productive. I watched presentations at intellect instead of meeting with my climbing group. I wanted to talk to one of the teachers about creating an informal English speaking group that would meet in a cafe or restaurant in Karlovo. This would help the students to practice their skills outside of the classroom. She and I set up a meeting for Friday at lunch to discuss. After this I went to meet with one student who I will be working with on another project. He and I are working on a project for a youth gallery opening. The theme is "Youth Art and its Future", or at least that is what it is for the moment. He and I made some great headway by laying out a calender of what needed to occur and how to meet our gallery opening deadline. We discussed meetings, materials and funding needed and layout of the exhibit. The best part about this project is that the money raised will be given to the local orphanage........a great way for the local youth and the community to be active and support a local charity. I'm really looking forward to working on this project. Well its been a long day, that I just remembered it began with a glass of red wine.........I was stopped by the gallery owner on my way to work to sit for a spell and try his natural red wine. Who am I to turn down wine at 9:00 am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How long should you try? Until!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-1019381968922983655?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1019381968922983655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=1019381968922983655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/1019381968922983655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/1019381968922983655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-knew-woman-with-painting-her-nails.html' title='Who knew the woman painting her nails would be my rock of sanity!'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R6jz976sptI/AAAAAAAAADY/s-XIgtfI_T8/s72-c/2242128019_8223dfbd5c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-8456961416020160354</id><published>2008-01-20T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T07:34:08.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January 2008'/><title type='text'>Sir, Why are you taking my marmalade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R5NnUZ-rnXI/AAAAAAAAADI/M0MknD0aAjs/s1600-h/31827L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R5NnUZ-rnXI/AAAAAAAAADI/M0MknD0aAjs/s200/31827L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157579598538186098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I arrived home Friday night after a five-day trip to Thailand. The purpose of this trip was for medical evacuation due to a needed surgery. I arrived last Sunday after a detour though London...this will come into play later on. My first medical visit was on Monday. I go in for my appointment, which begins with an ultrasound. Well oddly enough, the purpose of going all the way to Thailand appears to have well disappeared. The polyp that required the medical evac had magically disappeared. Well even though this was no longer present, something was causing my body to act so abnormally. Further hormone tests were done only to show that everything was normal......but there not. The doctor decided to put me on medication to see if it would correct the previous issue otherwise I would have to come back and at that point surgery could be an option...........uh go back to Thailand......why not that was a quick 12 hour flight.&lt;br /&gt;After this news I only had 3 more days in the country so I tried to make the most of what I had. I spent one day traveling up and down their rapid transit system checking out all the monuments, shopping areas and historical sites. The next day I went to lunch with several previous PCV's who currently work and live in Bangkok. It was a great time. Funny though, they seemed more interested in why a Bulgarian PCV was sent all the way to Thailand for treatment but happy to have me just the same. One of the attendees was an original Thailand 1 PCV. At that time, volunteers actually served in the city of Bangkok. Later that day I went to their version of China town and then took an accidental boat ride up and down the canal at sunset. Turned out to be one of the best parts of my trip. On my last day I had planned to see the massive outdoor market in the center of Bangkok, except it really isn’t very lively during the week. I decided to go and see the Grand Palace. This was the perfect day to go since just before my arrival in country the King's sister had died and this was the day of her funeral, so it was very active around the palace and I didn’t have to pay to get in. The Grand Palace was amazing. Temples and shrines covered in gold, jewels, and marble. Everything was so beautiful. The main structure housed an emerald shrine of Buddha. No one could take pictures inside or wear shoes. Everyone was silent and spent this time in prayer or meditation. This was the end of my Far East trip and headed back to the airport that night.&lt;br /&gt;When going through security I was put in a bit of a negative mood. I had purchased marmalade for another PCV and had it in my suitcase. Well when I went through security they saw it on the x ray. It was removed from my baggage and thrown away. Normally I would have just said whatever and went on......but I actually argued with the guy taking it from me. I had originally bought the marmalade in advance incase I didn’t have time on my flight back through London, not only that but this stuff wasn’t cheep. I found myself trying to get the guy to let me keep it, explaining that I had brought it into his airport why the heck wouldn’t he allow me to take it out. Finally he had enough of my ranting and just threw it away in front of me. What I wanted to say but didn’t was that he was taking a jar of marmalade from me but somehow had no problem with the straight pin on my coat, the razor in my carry on or the flowers I had purchased containing foreign seeds that I would be taking into another country........but I'm glad we got rid of the dangerous marmalade, who knows what I could do with that on board.&lt;br /&gt;After landing in Sofia I decided to take the 6:30 train back to my town. While in the car, I started chatting with the conductor about the usual and then he asked me randomly if I wanted to ride up with the drivers of the train.....well heck yeah I want to. So for about 30 min or so I was hanging out with the drivers making small talk. Later I had my picture with them but I'm sure they werent as excited as I was..........anything to amuse the American.&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my trip to Thailand in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-8456961416020160354?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8456961416020160354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=8456961416020160354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/8456961416020160354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/8456961416020160354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/sir-why-are-you-taking-my-marmalade.html' title='Sir, Why are you taking my marmalade?'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R5NnUZ-rnXI/AAAAAAAAADI/M0MknD0aAjs/s72-c/31827L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-185545008058816219</id><published>2008-01-09T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T06:09:18.369-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January 2008'/><title type='text'>My life is a circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R4TUBJ-rnWI/AAAAAAAAADA/gYx5oTfMV-Q/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153476989942472034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="162" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R4TUBJ-rnWI/AAAAAAAAADA/gYx5oTfMV-Q/s200/untitled.bmp" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where do I start?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyday my office is a constant in and out of random people. We have women coming in to show off their new hairdo or their new boots, you name it. Men come in to flirt with our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Secretaries&lt;/span&gt; and offer to have them sit on their lap. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; 4-5 times a day women walk in offering me their sons.........yes I mean they want me to be their daughter in law, and they are very blunt about it. So far these men/boys have ranged in ages from 20-35. Looks like I have options!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Several people come in everyday in order to give one of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;secretaries&lt;/span&gt; a massage.....One would think she has serious medical problems. The women in my office do nothing more then make coffee and tea, talk on their phone and gossip about other people in the building. One man comes in yelling "Hey America, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kak&lt;/span&gt; Ci - How are you? This is now his official entrance. One woman from the Information office has been telling me she wants me to speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; with her daughter. Just the other day she brings her in. Rather then just meet her and talk for a minute or two she drops her off and says "Here, you two talk for a while and I'll be back later to pick her up." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;, I've become a babysitting service for kids wanting to improve their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; skills. As if this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; enough to keep me entertained, I have befriended a man in the Municipality who likes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SKYPE&lt;/span&gt; me while at work, constantly. He sends constant messages (mainly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Emicons&lt;/span&gt;) all day long. Just today I walked into my office to see that he had left me a message last night that read : (Hi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cynty&lt;/span&gt;, send me please this your photo. i am alone............without you.........you may be in home........) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. What do you say to that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just recently found out that my counterpart is being fired wrongfully by the mayor in my municipality. What does this mean?............I may or may not have a new counterpart in the municipality, I may be moved to a new organization in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Karlovo&lt;/span&gt; or I can be moved to another town. In addition to this I am still waiting for an apartment after 3 months. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Muni&lt;/span&gt; I work for has been claiming the entire time that they will have my apartment ready at least 2 dozen times over this period. At this point nothing has been done on any of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;apartments&lt;/span&gt; they have suggested. Nothing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On Saturday I will be flying to Thailand for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;operation&lt;/span&gt;. Why Thailand? This is what I keep hearing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; flying a volunteer half way around the world is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;protocol&lt;/span&gt; for Peace Corps. The journey should be interesting. I'm going though London first......take a look at a map and see if that makes sense to you. I should only be in Thailand for 10 days and then I will return to work. What will be going on here when I get back........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; another question. The director of my PC COD will be coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;personally&lt;/span&gt; at the end of the month to discuss with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Muni&lt;/span&gt; my future in this org or lack there of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have joined a Bulgarian Folk dancing group. I was very excited / &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;anxious&lt;/span&gt; on Monday for my first lesson. I show up in full dance attire to a table of people in Jeans and sweaters. The dance team is celebrating the name day of our dance instructor. So no dance class. I was waved over and sat right next to the instructor. I look around in confusion why no one had bags with dance clothes. About an hour into the party I ask the woman to my right when we would be dancing.....she responds with "Wednesday." This is about the time she realizes that I am dressed to dance. She asked me why I was dressed this way......I quickly responded with " I will be going for a run this evening" so as to save face. This would have been a fine answer except that our town had been covered in ice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To many of you this may seem like a crazy lifestyle I find myself in.........Nope this is normal Peace Corps life. Loving every minute of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-185545008058816219?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/185545008058816219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=185545008058816219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/185545008058816219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/185545008058816219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-life-is-circus.html' title='My life is a circus'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R4TUBJ-rnWI/AAAAAAAAADA/gYx5oTfMV-Q/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-3738093168580482459</id><published>2008-01-01T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T00:08:18.569-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January 2008'/><title type='text'>Bulgarian Christmas and New Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R3qHV5-rnPI/AAAAAAAAACI/LuceDaBdk4c/s1600-h/IMG_6311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150577934262312178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R3qHV5-rnPI/AAAAAAAAACI/LuceDaBdk4c/s200/IMG_6311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The craziness and running around of Christmas and New Years has made it difficult to post recent blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Just before Christmas, my roommate and I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Christmas party with the Youth Parliament. It went really well except for the initial issue of them fussing about the lack of alcohol and too much house music. Like any dinner party, it started earlier then expected and we were missing half the necessary kitchen wear needed to make the food, but all in all it was a great time. The party came to an end around 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; am.......and I needed to catch a train early in the morning in order to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Boboshevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found that I didn't have to take the horribly early 6 am bus out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Karlovo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to Sofia. I found a 9:30 train that took less time, who knew! While waiting for the train I saw a man I met at the municipality Christmas party and we spoke for a few minutes about our holiday plans. I met with Joan in Sofia, a woman I trained with in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Boboshevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She and I took a bus headed for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dupnitsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. On the way out of the city her host dad called saying he would be at the bus station to pick us up in his new car. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hooray&lt;/span&gt; for saving money! When he got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dupnitsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we met up with her host dad (Stephan) and as I was getting into the car, he was telling me that he had seen Jim. I thought maybe I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;misunderstood&lt;/span&gt; and he wanted to know if Jim would be coming to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Boboshevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He explained that Jim was at the Bus station. I let Joan and Stephan go on and I met up with Jim so that we could roam around the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for an hour or so.........since we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; been there in over two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R3qHxZ-rnQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DUQ8BIttC9Y/s1600-h/IMG_1625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150578406708714754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R3qHxZ-rnQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DUQ8BIttC9Y/s200/IMG_1625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw a few other volunteers that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; seen since swearing in or Thanksgiving in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kazanluk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. While in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dupnitsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I saw traditional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bulgrian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dancers dressed in full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;costume&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; These are called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kukeri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They wear furry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;costumes&lt;/span&gt; and full head masks with scary faces to drive away evil spirits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On my way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Boboshevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I rode the bus with the previous volunteer at Stephan's house, Eric and the first volunteer at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;baba's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; home, Abby. I had never met Abby before, but only heard great things from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and her neighbor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;eyulka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was so amazing being back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Boboshevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for Christmas. Though it didn't quite feel like Christmas had come, being surrounded by family and friends was what made it special. It had the feeling of coming home from college for the holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R3qI75-rnRI/AAAAAAAAACY/GxMfPXIoPdk/s1600-h/IMG_1631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150579686608968978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R3qI75-rnRI/AAAAAAAAACY/GxMfPXIoPdk/s200/IMG_1631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Christmas Eve, Bulgarians celebrate this day without meat. For lunch I had Bop (bean Soup) and Dinner was a feast of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;banitsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bop, stuffed peppers, bread, rice wrapped with cabbage and of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;rakia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and wine. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had spent hours that morning preparing two types of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;banitsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, onion and pumpkin. The pumpkin is called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Teek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Vaneek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;little piece of heaven. At dinner a prayer was read by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;aba's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; son-in-law. This is read only at Christmas Eve dinner. I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; assuming it was a prayer remembering the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; of Jesus and how we celebrated that night without meat. Just after this he broke the large round bread that had been specially made for this night. A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;piece went t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o everyone at the table and one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;house, which could also mean for those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; who had passed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Within the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; bread was money. Whomever found the money in their piece of bread &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R3qJcp-rnSI/AAAAAAAAACg/TfOIKF1A1IM/s1600-h/IMG_1632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150580249249684770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R3qJcp-rnSI/AAAAAAAAACg/TfOIKF1A1IM/s200/IMG_1632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;would have good financial luck in the upcoming year. I had a one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;stutinki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; piece in mine. Now I can just sit back and wait for the dollars / &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Leva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to roll in. I was told by some of the other volunteers that their parents used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;incense&lt;/span&gt; to bless each of the rooms in their house. My host family is not religious at all, but this is not uncommon for Bulgarians after religion was banned during communist times. Christmas tends to be a rather newly celebrated holiday. Christmas trees are only sold days before and only one or two presents are exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day I spend most of the time curled up next to the stove and reading a book. We had a lunch with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Baba's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; family and exchanged presents. I received candy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;pantyhose&lt;/span&gt; and candles. In the evening I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Rila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I had been invited for dinner at Jim's host parents home, so I traveled there and his host mom had prepared an amazing amount of food. I wondered if I would pop. I brought three large boxes of candy and a rose oil made in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Karlovo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I think maybe she felt obligated to give me something in return so she gave me more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;pantyhose&lt;/span&gt; and some of her owned canned food.&lt;br /&gt;I headed back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Karlovo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the day after Christmas. I "worked" for two days and then visited Jim in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Chirpan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my weekend out of site. It was a great opportunity to just relax and enjoy the weekend without running all over the place. We made cookies, which some were later given to his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the local fruit and veggie stand. We also sat in a local cafe just relaxing and talking about events prior to Peace Corps.&lt;br /&gt;For New Years I had several options up in the air. There was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; of going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Plovdiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with friends from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Karlovo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, spending it with a woman who I work with at the municipality and her family or just going to the center at midnight to hear the speech of the mayor and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;horo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dancing. At the last minute I received a phone call from friends in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Karlovo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who had reservations at a Club in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Plovdiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and wanted me to join. I went, with only an hour to get ready. Other then being a passenger on the Bulgarian roadways in a car I know was going over 120 km/hr it was a great night. At midnight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bottles went off all around the room, spraying everyone and everything, followed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;horo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dancing all around the bar and outside. Fireworks went off days before New Years, but the day of felt like a war zone. After midnight and still large BOOMS! and BANGS! have kept my heart racing and my ears ringing. I got home around 4 am so today has been rather lazy but somewhat productive. That was my holiday in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-3738093168580482459?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3738093168580482459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=3738093168580482459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/3738093168580482459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/3738093168580482459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/bulgarian-christmas-and-new-years.html' title='Bulgarian Christmas and New Years'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R3qHV5-rnPI/AAAAAAAAACI/LuceDaBdk4c/s72-c/IMG_6311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-7953859029586579056</id><published>2007-12-15T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:54:09.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December 2007'/><title type='text'>Three Days of Christmas Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R2Qdup-rnNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/P2YoWB3mn8E/s1600-h/DSC06157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R2Qdup-rnNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/P2YoWB3mn8E/s200/DSC06157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144269361743895762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;After three days of Christmas Parties and dancing at the disco you would think I would have trouble being amongst the living.  On Thursday night we had the Municipality Christmas Kupon.  This was so much fun.  I danced the Horo, drank wine and rakia and met with all of the members of the muni all evening long.  I was told my horo skills were great..............for an American butchering their cherished folk dance.  I danced along with the Mayor and Vice Mayor.  I even slow danced.  This was quite the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; experience.  Thankfully they only asked me questions and made comments I could understand.  I met with a Turkish man who works with local youth in Karlovo.  He said only "I want you to run."  Uhhhh....this could mean several things.  I assume he wants me to be involved in an event that requires running.....or he can see how eating banitsa has affected my thighs.  One of my last slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; dances was with a local artist.  He has a daughter studying in Cleveland, Ohio.  He had made a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; sketch of me and gave it to me when he asked me to dance.  Very flattering.  I left the party with my counterpart after 2AM.  Thankfully the Mayor allowed all of the Municipality staff to come into work late the next day............rather then 9am, 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R3qKdp-rnTI/AAAAAAAAACo/oNAe9T6byAg/s1600-h/IMG_1619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R3qKdp-rnTI/AAAAAAAAACo/oNAe9T6byAg/s200/IMG_1619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150581365941181746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It has begun to snow in Karlovo.  It looks so pretty with everything covered in white.....but it is sooooo cooold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Yesterday I gave a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; presentation with my sitemate and a local volunteer in Sopot.  It went over a little shaky but it was expected to only be both the YP from Karlovo and Sopot, but it ended up also being a local dance team and their mayor.  It was a nice experience meeting with the nearby YP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;After the presentation my site mate and I went with the Karlovo YP to Azarros, a local cafe/disco.  It was while getting dressed for the disco a bit of confusion took place.  About  2 weeks ago a guy who my counterpart and my language tutors husband know well came to my office to chat with some old friends.  I only met with him for a minute, but I was able to explain why I was in Bulgaria and where I was from.  He has spent several years working in the states...so he speaks english very well.  My cp gave him my number because he wanted to meet with me to improve his english skills.  He called for the first time last night but when I answered I thought I was speaking with one of the students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; from the  YP.  He asked to meet me for coffee at 8.  About 15 min later one of the Yp students did call say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ing they were already at Azarros.....so I ditched the idea about coffee.  When walking out the door my phone rang.  The voice asked "Its 8pm why arent you here?"  I couldnt figure out what was going on.  I finally realized it was was  Miril, the friend of my CP.  He was at the cafe I had previously agreed to go to, where I was late to meet him, though I didnt know it.  After apoligizing for the confusion for 15 minutes we had drinks and talked about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; development in Bulgaria.  The brother of my language tutor's husband and his friend came later. From this cafe we went to a bar to meet up with more of their friends, including my LT's husband......I had to ask him if he was ok with this social situation.  I found myself laughing when I sat down at the bar greeted with a line of condoms.......forward but honest to the reality of bar activities.  We went from here to the local disco, Opium.  I only stayed for an hour since I had to work the next morning (today).  I have been asked to hang out with my new found "gentlemen" for new years in Plovidiv.....maybe.  This depends on on what the kids from the YP are up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R3qLG5-rnUI/AAAAAAAAACw/MPDXmNezzkQ/s1600-h/IMG_1608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R3qLG5-rnUI/AAAAAAAAACw/MPDXmNezzkQ/s200/IMG_1608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150582074610785602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was me running all over the place.  I went into work in the morning for only 15 minutes before I had to go to the Karlovo Restaurant to meet with the intellect school for their Christmas party.  I gave a quick introduction to about 40 little kids and then they had lunch and cake and we spent the rest of the morning p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laying games and dancing.  It was so much f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;un spending time with this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; group.  I will be joining their classes next week before their holiday break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok long day and I'm baking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; chicken....Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R3qL1p-rnVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mMRMj8onU-M/s1600-h/IMG_1592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R3qL1p-rnVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mMRMj8onU-M/s200/IMG_1592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150582877769669970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-7953859029586579056?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7953859029586579056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=7953859029586579056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/7953859029586579056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/7953859029586579056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/three-days-of-christmas-parties.html' title='Three Days of Christmas Parties'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R2Qdup-rnNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/P2YoWB3mn8E/s72-c/DSC06157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-5266164757190319661</id><published>2007-12-13T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:16:48.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December 2007'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R2EE1cGxr0I/AAAAAAAAABw/bS5yYJF0LCA/s1600-h/tbt_officeparty_40987d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143397565558009666" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R2EE1cGxr0I/AAAAAAAAABw/bS5yYJF0LCA/s200/tbt_officeparty_40987d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Several days have past since my last post and so much has happened. Tuesday was a day for the Peace Corps COD department to visit. We spent about an hour going over the projects I have been working on and my interaction within the office and the municipality. Later we met with the Mayor and Vice Mayor of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  &gt;Karlovo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. This was interesting. There was an obvious power structure in the room and expectations on how that would be applied in communicating to one another. My COD rep and I through that out the window. This almost gave the my department head a stroke. We were there to talk with the leadership not to play games of who has more power then the next. The Vice Mayor has worked with the Peace Corps for several years now. I feel comfortable to go to him with my project ideas. He told me his office will always be open for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After this we visited my soon to be or someday apartment. The municipality claims that they will start working on it this upcoming Monday but only time will tell. I hope to move in shortly after the new year. I like having a roommate but it is about time for me to have my own place and space to call my own. Tuesday evening I met with three &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; of the local youth organization and we had coffee in their favorite Cafe. After this we went for pizza and a quick walk. While ordering my pizza the woman behind the counter started speaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; with me. I smiled as did she. I have seen her before. Maybe this means she feels comfortable to speak with me even with limited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; language abilities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was a bit of a random adventure. I had a medical appointment in Sofia, 3 hrs from my site. When I got onto the bus, a man sat on the other side across from me. About 5 minutes later he began to make horrible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; noises as if he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;snoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; but much worse then I could ever imagine. Within minutes he was foaming at the mouth and the noise continued. The bus driver didn't seem to know which number to call for help and the other passengers didn't seem to want to be involved only to leave. Finally one passenger did call and after 15 + minutes the ambulance did arrive. By this time the man was no longer breathing. This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; affect me the way I thought watching someone die would. Instead of being freaked out I actually decided to make sure this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; happen again. I want to make sure that the appropriate emergency numbers are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; in all public transport and public places. Maybe even have the information given in schools and small information cards given away at the police station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I arrived this morning I had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; card waiting for me from my cousin Ashley and her husband Tom. It had a cute picture of the two of them and their dogs. It was so nice to receive something from home for Christmas. I hope to be getting some packages soon ; ) Tonight is our municipality Christmas party. It should be fun. Everyone will be dressed up and drinking some adult beverages. A woman just walked into my office wanting to begin a project that would fund the local Kindergarten to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;purchase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; new furniture for the the school. I look forward to the project ideas I am receiving becoming more realistic. In time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"When you love someone you are no longer alone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-5266164757190319661?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5266164757190319661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=5266164757190319661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/5266164757190319661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/5266164757190319661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R2EE1cGxr0I/AAAAAAAAABw/bS5yYJF0LCA/s72-c/tbt_officeparty_40987d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-1697409960119766478</id><published>2007-12-10T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:23:47.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December 2007'/><title type='text'>Пазаруване Ден - Shopping Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R11UhcGxryI/AAAAAAAAABg/grWSXLBTePY/s1600-h/BagsIntroPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142359282984005410" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R11UhcGxryI/AAAAAAAAABg/grWSXLBTePY/s200/BagsIntroPic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R11SEcGxrxI/AAAAAAAAABY/ouztJzbw4_s/s1600-h/p1016941p275w.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On most Mondays I have Bulgarian lesson. Today was a little special. I went with my Bulgarian tutor and her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;colleague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to shop for бело, or underwear. In Bulgaria, as in most Northern regions of the world it is very cold in the winter. The women here have found a way to make the body suit (underwear and extra warmth layer) sexy and fashionable. I remember wearing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; similar when I was in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;elementary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; school. Not as revealing and mostly made of cotton not spandex and lace. The majority of these body suits are g string. I was hoping to find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; other then this style. I found a few that were more my style. Somehow the trip was supposed to give me an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; going into a store asking for assistance, the product I wanted and the size I needed. It worked out well for the most part. The majority of shop owners and employees tend to be rude and non responsive. Most of my experience today was not reflective of this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My cookies went over well. A container full of them was given to the chairman of our municipal council. he was very happy to receive them. This is only the beginning of using baking as an attempt to integrate. Maybe next I'll try out brownies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today we have a new assistant in our office. I use this term &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;loosely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. By assistant I mean that they dress pretty and sit in our office painting their nails, eyelashes or playing on the computer. They are sweet girls but its difficult to understand why 3 women need to be assisting in an office to one woman and none of them lift a finger 90% of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was supposed to meet with a woman from a local village who is interested in writing a grant with me for an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;environmental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; project she has. She is sick and has not come in, so most of my efforts in the office have been researching EU grants to fund environmental and Eco projects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rather then decorating a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; tree this year, I plan to decorate the plants i rescued from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eric's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (someday mine) apartment. Today I bought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tensile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and little bells. I'd rather not add to the local landfill but this way I can still enjoy the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; spirit. Tomorrow is my visit from the PC COD office. Given that my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; is not going to be here and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; have an apt to let them inspect, this should be interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-1697409960119766478?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1697409960119766478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=1697409960119766478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/1697409960119766478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/1697409960119766478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/shopping-day.html' title='Пазаруване Ден - Shopping Day'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R11UhcGxryI/AAAAAAAAABg/grWSXLBTePY/s72-c/BagsIntroPic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-402011556342998932</id><published>2007-12-09T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:23:14.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December 2007'/><title type='text'>Starting to Integrate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1xc7GDLBXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/iGFmo3QXP6g/s1600-h/Oatmeal+Cookie,+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142087044856218994" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1xc7GDLBXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/iGFmo3QXP6g/s200/Oatmeal+Cookie,+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Well Folks I did it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Saturday was beautiful and busy here in Karlovo. Saturday is our market day and everyone was out and about shopping for goods and Christmas gifts. I had an early language session. This allowed me to spend the rest of the day running errands and actually being productive. I went to my typical stores at the market and then went over to the outdoor pazar. It was here that I met Baba Tsvetina. She could tell my bulgarian skills were not up to par and proceeded to ask me where I was from, why I was here and why I was buying something from here that was made for a guy. She was so impressed with a young American coming over to Bulgaria, learning the language and the fact that I was buying some of her goods helped also. I plan to visit her on a regular basis. After this I went to my regular magazine where the same store clerk was working that I always see. She finally asked me where I was from and we spoke a little about me working at the Municipality and how I spendt several months studding Bulgarian before coming to Karlovo. Wow, it felt really good to meet some new people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have been very anxious to meet more people in my building at work. I baked several dozen cookies and will be taking them in on Monday. They turned out really well. Oatmeal cookies with chocolate. Mmmmm. I gave some to our land lady. She seemed to like them so maybe this will work well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last night was spent with the kids from the Youth Parliament. It was a good time as always. I do have to mention the bulgarian boy who attempted to pick me up. He was asking one of the boys in my group if the "American girl" wanted to come talk to him. I said that boys come to me, not the other way around. He replied that in Karlovo, the girls go to him.....I quickly replied that "Az sum ne ot Karlovo" - " I am not from Karlovo." Everyone laughed and enjoyed seeing a girl put a pumpus young man in his place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today was very nice also. I had company from a fellow PCV. We took a nice walk around my town and visited the scenic waterfalls and nature trails. We went for lunch at Edno Vreme - Once upon a time. A great little restuarant not far from my apt. I visited my apt that is in the process of being remoddled to pick up plants that had been left there. I wanted to water them. It was a little rainy and cold but a fantastic Sunday nun the less. Back to work tomorrow. Busy week ahead. Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-402011556342998932?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/402011556342998932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=402011556342998932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/402011556342998932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/402011556342998932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/starting-to-integrate.html' title='Starting to Integrate!'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1xc7GDLBXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/iGFmo3QXP6g/s72-c/Oatmeal+Cookie,+250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-9083607450681263421</id><published>2007-12-07T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:22:28.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December 2007'/><title type='text'>Weekend at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1lHSmDLBVI/AAAAAAAAABA/ng4VaWIl5H4/s1600-h/jameson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141218834397201746" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1lHSmDLBVI/AAAAAAAAABA/ng4VaWIl5H4/s320/jameson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1lDR2DLBUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/g_wxHxDl5D8/s1600-h/jameson.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Somehow this week flew by and the weekend is already here. I plan on spending the weekend baking for my colleagues at the municipality building and spending several hours studying my Bulgarian. This will be my first full weekend in Karlovo since I came to site. My first weekend was spent inside preparing to go home to the states, and the weekend I returned home from America was spent sleeping. Since then I have traveled at least one day of the weekend for PC appointments or Holiday events. It will be nice to sleep in and enjoy the town. Maybe a morning hike in the Balkans or a run down by the railroad tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week has been quite eventful. My department has received several requests for projects. I will be working on a SPA (small project assistance) project for a local village who wants to do some environmental cleaning involving their riverbed. The local Rotary club has requested that we work with them and gain assistance from Project CURE. A meeting will take place with them next week. In the mean time my site mate and I are working on a regional approach to ATIP that will also work with surrounding countries and hopes of reaching the legislative level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was St. Nick. In Bulgaria, if you have a name that corresponds to a Saint, then on the day they are celebrated this is your name day. You are to bring in food and treats and give them to your friends, family and colleagues. Several individuals in my office celebrated yesterday. It was my first time having whisky in the office.........but here's to integration! The head of our municipal council had a name day so we spent the last half hour of work drinking, eating snacks and having a little gossip time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be going back to Sofia next Wednesday for a second PCMO appointment. I have been approved for MedEvac to Thailand. Looks like I may be going in January. I just hope it isn't during new years. The last two new years haven't been very eventful so spending this one in a hospital bed in Bangkok doesn't sound too exciting either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A gentleman came into my office yesterday who was a family friend of my counterpart. He didnt say anything to me when he walked in and only spoke with my CP. I overheard him talking to her about me in Bulgarian and when I told her I needed to leave for my language lesson he began talking to me in english. I almost peed my pants. He used to live in Washington D.C. He explained that it has been several months since he has spoke english and wants to meet for coffee so he can practice. It works out well for me also.....I need to practice my Bulgarian :) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We seem to have many visitors strolling in and out of my office for whatever reason. The mother of one of our secretaries came in this morning and when she saw me her face lit up. She started asking questions. I understood she had a single 37 year old son who she was speaking about. My counterpart explained she was asking if I wanted her to be my mother in law. I smiled and had no problem saying "Ne." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll probably be going to the local disco with the Youth Parliament. Such a great group of kids. Roger and I will be having a Christmas party with them later in the month. Time to do some research. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[The] food chain we have now is not designed to feed people.... it is designed to produce the maximum amount of cash in the shortest time. ... The global free market might be good for some things (perhaps we get better computers and warships that way) but for farming, and hence for humanity as a whole, it is disastrous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Colin Tudge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-9083607450681263421?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9083607450681263421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=9083607450681263421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/9083607450681263421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/9083607450681263421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/weekend-at-home.html' title='Weekend at home'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1lHSmDLBVI/AAAAAAAAABA/ng4VaWIl5H4/s72-c/jameson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-2111031038692287655</id><published>2007-12-04T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:21:50.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December 2007'/><title type='text'>Rainy day in the Neighborhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1VrcmDLBSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8dwW_A4wAss/s1600-h/Unikko_saappaat_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140132688707650850" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1VrcmDLBSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8dwW_A4wAss/s200/Unikko_saappaat_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't think I would be writing another blog so soon but today was eventful. As per usual the women in my office gasped when I revealed I was not wearing boots or a long sleeve shirt. Our office may be cold at times but I should make it thought the winter with my current wardrobe. Early this morning a woman and man from Soput (the neighboring town) came to discuss using the SEC film I created for the sustainability conference tomorrow in Sofia. The municipality leadership is still in the process of deciding who will attend this. How about the people who worked on it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow is also the day of the Volunteer. Last week, Eric (previous volunteer), Roger (my site mate and current roommate) and I had two interviews. One interview was with the local radio station and the other was with the local newspaper. Each interview was to discuss what each of us has or plans to contribute as a volunteer in Karlovo. I will go and buy a newspaper and send a copy of the article to my mom. "Hey mom, look at me....They put the American in the newspaper." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I had an informal language session with my Bulgarian tutor. Her husband has just returned from Iraq and she brought him along for me to talk to and make it more of a social situation. He son was also there. We didn't get much accomplished.......hes a little bit ornery. I did meet her husbands brother who lives here in Karlovo. After my lesson I was taken back to the Municipality building to continue with work. When I arrived the Chairman of the municipal council was also coming in the door. He saw that I was locked out of my office and offered to have me come into his. I had met him previously last week. Very nice man who is interested in speaking with me informally to improve his English and help me improve my Bulgarian skills. He and I spoke for about 30 min about university, family, learning and speaking different languages and what he does for the municipality. These type of conversations help with gaining more confidence when using Bulgarian. I plan on baking some goodies for him and the women in the architectural office. It cant hurt! My counterpart's job may be a little unstable so I am attempting to meet as many people in the building who later will serve as contacts and sources of assistance for future projects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to our local stole for lunch (like a mess hall or cafeteria from the Communist period) with Roger. After we attended the Youth Parliament meeting to discuss their annual program for 2008. Many activities, some of which include integration between the youth in Karlovo and the local Mahala (Roma Community). Roger and I wish to put a good deal of effort into educating them on human trafficking and having them give presentations to local communities and villages in and outside of the Municipality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After walking around in the nasty cold rain today I will be going with my counterpart to buy some boots. I have some but I want another pair :) . Last time I attempted to buy some here in Karlovo the woman waiting on me tended to be less then interested. Having her along should make it a bit easier. OK some gentleman just walked into the office and wants to talk to me. Do skoro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-2111031038692287655?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2111031038692287655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=2111031038692287655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/2111031038692287655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/2111031038692287655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/rainy-day-in-neighborhood.html' title='Rainy day in the Neighborhood'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1VrcmDLBSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8dwW_A4wAss/s72-c/Unikko_saappaat_black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825377565105942558.post-8117834396296885183</id><published>2007-12-03T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:21:15.383-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December 2007'/><title type='text'>Blogging huh, where do I start?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1RN3GDLBRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3PJSgRITDlw/s1600-R/n21400277_33793616_9213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139818683648640274" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1RN3GDLBRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fjjVUamk3ME/s200/n21400277_33793616_9213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm 23 years old and recently graduated from the University of Cincinnati with a degree in Urban Planning.........but lets flash forward to the last four months. From August - October I was training for the Peace Corps in a small town called Boboshevo, near the western border of Bulgaria. These three months were spent learning the language, culture and integrating into the local culture. I lived with an older woman (baba - bulgarian for grandmother) and spent alot of my time with her two grandchildren. Boboshevo is a very small rural town of about 1,000 people. Life is more relaxed and basic.&lt;br /&gt;For the Next two years I will be living in the city of Karlovo (valley of the roses) in the center of the country, at the base of the Bulkan mountain range. I have lived here for a little over a month working for the Municipality and spending time with local youth organizations. My title is an environmental education volunteer, however my focus is much more broad then this.&lt;br /&gt;The major task of the moment is integration. I think most volunteers at one point or another come to dislike this word, however it is my current goal. Most of my day is spent in an office so when I have the opportunity I like to interact with the local population as they do. Current work and activities include working on a project to find funding for the municipal hospital with the organization Project C.U.R.E . I have also been active on an environmental and sustainability film for my town, to illustrate the efforts made to become more sustainable in this area. Outside of the Municipality I work with the private language school, youth organizations and facilitate English classes. I'm planning on attending lessons with the local folk dancing group.&lt;br /&gt;I will have to say that life has only been interesting......no time to be bored. I have already been back to the states as of late October to visit with my mom who has been dealing with health issues. I was home for two weeks trying to wrap my head around the situation and make my own observations. She is doing better and tells me she is gaining back her energy every day.&lt;br /&gt;I traveled to Sofia on Thursday for medical testing. It was then that I found out that I am in need of minor surgery. This should be taking place in late December or early January. From what I have been told it will most likely take place in Thailand. The other possibility is in Washington D.C. . Either way, not really that excited......even if it does mean I get to travel.&lt;br /&gt;My laundry is soaking and I need to get scrubbing. Thats it for now. Lets see what tomorrow brings. Leka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most difficult task in the world? To think.&lt;br /&gt;- Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6825377565105942558-8117834396296885183?l=cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8117834396296885183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6825377565105942558&amp;postID=8117834396296885183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/8117834396296885183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6825377565105942558/posts/default/8117834396296885183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynthiamccoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/blogging-huh-where-do-i-start.html' title='Blogging huh, where do I start?'/><author><name>Cindy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056082676189992020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1Q4xmDLBOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HU1tJviQgJ4/S220/n21400277_33867185_9940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj25a1GzlHQ/R1RN3GDLBRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fjjVUamk3ME/s72-c/n21400277_33793616_9213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
