Oh wow. It's been more than a month since my last post. Want a piece of advice from me? If you are thinking about starting a second blog: DON'T. It's hard enough to keep one up. Anyways.
The K-G clan is in the midst of planning our summer pilgrimage to the Motherland. As any self-respecting Bulgarian will tell you, in the summer one MUST go to the beach. Kyle is fully on board, of course, the non-questionability (ha!) of beach vacations is one of his favorite things about Bulgaria.
What has been causing some anguish in me is serving as mediator between husband, mother, father and sister. I really want to make sure that everybody gets exactly the vacation that they'd like, by god, we all deserve it! But the questions are endless: where are we going? when are we going? how are we getting there? what are we hoping our days would be like once we are there?
So far we have been able to agree that we are vacationing some place in Halkidiki. The Bulgarian side of the negotiations team is somewhat terrified that we are going at the BEGINNING of July (But it will be COLD?!). Also, Mom is worried that Dad would be too tired from all the driving (6 hours!!!). Sister wants to do NOTHING (no trips, no stops, just beaching all day long!) and Husband wants to make sure that we don't spend all our time just lying on the beach, getting skin-cancer. He is serious about that one, he wants to DO stuff and I know he means it. A couple of years ago, we went on a short weekend trip with a bunch of friends. I had a blast and he did too. But he did mention that "Bulgarians on vacation" seemed to mean "killing time while figuring out where to eat next". The man has energy and he likes activities!
I am sort of torn. I don't mind lazing around for a week. Especially if we are doing so in close proximity to salty water. But I do feel there should be more to vacationing that that. Especially when we are spending our time in the Land of the Gods.
Am I projecting cultural differences in this dilemma or is this just what family vacations are always like? I am giggling as I type.
Photo by Kirilov-Grady