Let’s be honest, everyone loves simit.

After enjoying this circle of bready goodness all over Europe, I just had to try the Bulgarian edition.  I must report that the local simit is the weakest by far.  Overwhelming sadness as it lacks sweetness and that creamy flavor of my previous experiences. 

Looks like we will have to make them at home.


Breakfast at a really pretty roadside diner deep inside Macedonia. Surrounded by snow capped mountains it feels like a quaint ski chalet.

One could almost hear my gasping arteries.  I ordered the “Royal Smoked Bacon” and Amalia picked up some fatty ribs.  With a breakfast beer this was a proper meal of champions, I just love this stuff.

The weather hasn’t been great and the forecast app my phone is completely ass backwards.  It’s been a bit chilly and rainy, especially at night.  Weird to think it was 24 degrees just a few days ago.