First...

Today it was the:

First I have swum in the sea in Burgas. The water was hot and swimming goggles made my eyes not to suffer from salt. 

First time I heard from José from Venezuela since he left the Czech Republic. I miss him a lot and all the other Venezuelans. I wish I could go to visit them next year

First time I met Kuba, the only Czech (except for me) who takes the Bulgarian language course.

First time I had proper lunch. It was delicious!

First time I realized I really like it here. 

The people here are so nice and friendly! :) 

Burgas

Burgas is not a beatiful seaside resort...the city has been destroyed by war (my guide told me yesterday), so there are a lot of buildings from 60s, 70s, 80s. But the seaside is nice. The best thing about the beach is that it is windy there so the hot becomes much more bearable :)

Burgas Free University, where I'll take my Bulgarian course, is a brand new building with a lot of glass and beautiful interior. Suprisingly, even on Sunday somebody was having classes there :-O

Our hotel room looks like we went back in time, to 1980s. I kind of like the design. We also hear all the cars which pass by under our window. There are many cars in Bulgaria. And the pedestrians don't care about them when they cross the road wherever they like. Nor does the drivers. My guide told me that Bulgaria has the highest rate of accidents between cars and pedestrians in EU. 

We're close to the city centre, so everything is here a bit more expensive than in the Czech Republic.

We went for a lunch today with Carol (from Poland) and Martin (from Germany) (I met them yesterday when they suddenly appeared in my room). Me and Carol ordered "krokety" but Bulgarian "krokety" aren't the same neither as Polish nor as Czech. Bulgarian "krokety" are more or less American potatoes as we call it in the Czech Rep.

We're going for dinner with some other students tonight, so hopefully we will be more successful in ordering something delicious :-)

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go...

"Your passport, please," the woman behind the check-in desk asked my boyfriend

"Well, I''m not flying," he answered

"Aha. But do you know you can have only 15 kilos of luggage?"

"But I paid for two pieces of luggage," I replied

"Yes, but it is still 15 kilos, not 30." 

Oh no. Stupid Wizzair! I was so proud of myself that I managed to pack exactly 30 kilos, not more not less. 

If I didn't want to pay fortune for oveweight, there was only one solution - repack. To the happiness of all curious people, I opened my suitcase (so everyone could see how organized my suitcase was ;)) and made from 30 kilo 18,2. The woman behind the desk pretended it is 15, so I was checked in and my boyfriend went back home with a brand new backpack. :)

I'm not mentioning the pain of all aspects of flying...

First surprise in Burgas was a time change. It is an hour more here than in the Czech Republic. The second was how the airport was small.

Everything went well, except for my mum calling me every 5 minutes if I am OK (a student from BSU and his broter-in-law came to pick me up), he showed me the city centre, sea and where to buy some food...

Pretty excited about everything to come. :) 

The day I left home, part II.

Some years ago, my mum bought me a suitcase, the most ugly in whole Liberec. And today it broke down. One of the happiest moments in my life :) After coming to Prague, to the happiness of my boyfriend, we went to the city centre to get a new suitcase.

I wanted one by Samsonite, since it's been my dream to have it for many years. We even found some which I could afford, but why to spend 4000 korunas for Samsonite if I can have Carlton much cheaper? Even though my new suitcase seems smaller than the old one, everything fitted in it...so I'm completely happy! :)

On my way to Prague, my mum called me if I know what I had forgetten at home...yes, a travel insurance card! After some minutes of discussing what should we do about it, we decided to scan it and send it to me. Hopefully, nothing is going to happen to me and I will not have to explain anybody why I have only a copy of my insurance card.   

Anyway, it was a good day today, except for Woody being a jerk...:)

The day I left my home, part I.

My mum's freaking out...It's not surprising, but what IS surprising is, that she's freaking out NOW, and did not start a week ago. I'm proud of her. With every travel I do, she's calmer and calmer. Hopefully, with my next trip to South America, she would take it as "ok, well, do whatever you want to" :) 

Anyway, she got all the numbers and addresses she might possibly need to lose them in several days :) 

Something made me happy today...and it was that I got pictures of my apartment from the school I'm going to teach at. It means they didn't make up that they got me it. It's small and quite nice. And the best part is that it has all equipment, including duvets, washing machine (well, it's old and have no idea how to use it, whatever:)  etc. I'm getting excited about my stay in Bulgaria!

Začínáme aneb balím se...

Everything started and went as usual...

I started to pack my things up two days before departure. First of all, I had to unpack all the stuff I put into my luggage because there was no space anywhere else. I hate this part because it shows me how little space I have in my room. But even worse part was about to come...packing the clothes...

I don't think I have a lot of clothes but to put it into one luggage is always pain. I can't decide what to take and well, it doesn't seem natural to take winter clothes with me. Moreover, stuff for winter is much more heavier than summer one. 

Finally, I managed to pack up the clothes. I am totally unprepared for winter (I just couldn't resist taking 3 pairs of swimming suit) but hope my parents will come to visit me and bring me everything I left home for "heavy reasons". 

Tomorrow I am packing the rest of the stuff - as usual I have the feeling that it won't be as bad as packing the clothes. But from my experience, I can predict that I'm going to face the hell of packing of bunch unexpected things and meeting my boyfriend's relatives...