


My friend Marina recently came to visit. She stayed for a little less than a week but her impact in the village was huge. Marina is Bulgarian. With language not being a problem and an earth-warming smile for everyone, she quickly befriended many. We went on walks and visited folks at their homes and their work places. I pack too much into every day and I write it all in my journal so I can't bring myself to write it again on the computer. Yesterday though, one little girl from 6th grade asked me whether I could email Marina and thank her for bringing her smile to her village. Of course, I can do that.
photos: listening to jokes, the only woman allowed in the men's between classes spot, relaxing with tea and TROUBLE