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.
It’s 10AM and a super hot 22 degrees, I blame David Suzuki for all this crazy weather. Still haven’t had my fries.
I can’t imagine there are many tourist in this city at this time of the year, or ever.
The cable car that takes you all the way up to the cross wasn’t working and sadly we only hiked up a portion of the way. 7K hike up a steep hill just to talk with Jesus was a too high price to pay. We made it to base camp and said our prayers.
I prayed for for dissolution of the catholic cult.
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.
We’re heading 160 Kilometers north to check out Macedonia’s capital city, Skopje.
Very excited to pray under the world’s biggest cross, the Millennium Cross and eat a coffer of McDonald’s fries.
……and just when I have a craving for a pouch of McFries.