This post is about me getting my martenitsa in Lozen, Bulgaria. It’s Baba Marta Day and I’m about to Germany for a medical checkup.
When I woke up I didn’t know where I was or how I had gotten there.
I looked around and remembered that I was in the loft of my friend’s house. It was located in the village of Lozen, not far from Sofia. I had arrived in the evening before. First I had showered and changed into new clothes, then I had eaten a tasty warm dinner, and then I had read Bulgarian books with a little friend. Or rather: I had pointed at pictures in her books and read out individual words that sounded funny to her.
I was really here. The Caboose was asleep in a garage, my sleeping bags and my tent were in a corner in the loft, and I was here on the bed. In a few hours I would have to be at the airport.
The plan was simple: fly to Frankfurt, get checked up for my MS, then stay a few weeks and get some physical therapy. I felt nervous about the checkup. What if they told me my condition had worsened? It was better not to think about it.
We had breakfast and tea, and then I was asked to stretch out my arm. Today was the 1st of March, or Baba Marta Day, or the day of “Grandma March”, and therefore I needed to get my own martenitsa. Baba Marta was the one responsible for bringing spring, and apparently she liked people who wore martenitsi around their wrists.
And now I was one of them.
Getting my martenitsa:
Mme La Cabouse in her garage (with a bodyguard):
Daily photo with airplane:
Two kittehs in the nei
Looks like Sega Airport: