Thursday Night--Bulgarian Food and Dancing

What it looked like:

What it felt like:


As I write, we are sitting in O'Hare, waiting to board our flight. As a desk representative for another airline just patiently explained to a confused fellow flier, "You'll know when Lufthansa is here--about a dozen tall blonde women wearing blue and yellow will show up."

The Bulgarian food Thursday was, as expected, wonderful. What was unexpected for me (with two left feet) was how much fun the Bulgarian and Greek dancing was. We are going to have a lot of fun on this trip--it will be a close race between the food fattening us up and the walking and dancing thinning us down.