I was gonna listen to that, but then, um, I just carried on living my life.

Zdravete! 

So it seems like a lot of people want to know what I'm doing here, besides the whole attempt at promoting world peace and friendship. Let me give you a run down of a typical day in Bulgaria for me. 

7 am: Mama Toni bangs on the door and informs me that it's time for breakfast. Ok apparently my host mother thinks I'm Michael Phelps with the amount of food that she gives me. In America we serve ourselves but Mama Toni laughs at that idea and then gives me eskimo kisses. Yeah I know. Breakfast is always served to me. This morning for example I had a tomato, a piece of bread that was dipped in what I can only assume was butter then fried,and hunk of cheese. I'm starting to learn to not finish everything on my plate even though I want to be polite. I can feel my arteries hardening. 

8:15ish

Off to school! We usually have a session of Bulgarian language in the morning. Though there are 62 volunteers currently training we are all at different sites for this process. At my site there are 3 other volunteers so we have pretty intense language and life lessons. My language instructor is also like my babysitter and leads my group everywhere. Seriously I know maybe 10 verbs. Still don't know the verb "to go" which makes every conversation very interesting. Typical sentence "I school at 8". Did I mention my host mother doesn't speak any English?

9:40ish

Off to the local high school to take some names and teach some English. My classes are very entertaining. That's really all I can say. Today I taught a 7th grade class and by taught I mean I didn't know what I was going to do with them so I made them all introduce themselves to me. Some highlights from today include: asking a 13 year old girl her favorite band and her response was AC/DC. Seriously? I thought she was messing with me. When I asked another girl her favorite book she said "Twilight" I proceeded to throw her out of my class. Kidding. But seriously I felt the same response that the priest did from The Exorcist when Linda Blair throws up on him. Stephanie Myers you win again. 

11:30

Back to Bulgarian class. I usually say something completely wrong and Vesi (my language instructor) looks like she's going to jump over the table and kill me.  Lies. She loves me. She calls me Ellie which I kinda like. Fun Fact: In Bulgaria it's tradition to give a shirt to someone whenever you give them a nickname. Who knew?

12:30 Feeding time back at the zoo. 

2:00 Back to Bulgarski. It's usually this time of day when I start to fade. The words just stop making sense and I can't stop laughing at everything everyone says. 

4:30 

Coffee time. This is the time of day to decompress and form sentences like a grown up again. That is before we head back home and struggle again with our host families and lack of Bulgarski. I love the blank stares. I just smile and shake my head (head nod means no here and head shake means yes). 

The evenings are spent partaking in cross cultural interactions. Mostly I watch Toni freak out over the Techenya. From what I gather Techenya is a cross between the boogeyman and El Nino. Literally it's a draft, yes a breeze. So if I have my window open my door as to be closed so I can't get any cross ventilation. Or when I get out of the shower the entire apartment has to be boarded up because my hair is wet. They just think you're going to get sick. I blame Techenya for my everyday misfortunes and shake my fist angrily at the sky. But that's pretty much the standard day. A few deviations here and there but that is my life 6 days a week. I'll find out my permanent site in a couple of weeks which is great/scary...I was recently informed that some people end up in predominately Turkish areas so I could be learning Turkish in a couple of weeks. But lets cross that bridge when we come to it but for now Spoko (relax).