04 January 2011

Mutlu Yıllar Istanbul!

Istanbul is AMAZING! It is definitely one of my favorite places ever. History, culture, food, music, nice people, clean walkways, efficient public transport…all things I love! I was there for the New Year’s celebrations with some other Peace Corps volunteers. We stayed just off Istiklal Caddesi, the mile long pedestrian walkway of cafes, restaurants, theaters, galleries, and shops, in Beyoğlu on the European side. It was the perfect location-in the mornings we crossed the Golden Horn via the Galata Bridge see the main tourist sights and returned to Beyoğlu for dinner and drinks.

The Blue Mosque, the Grand Bazaar, Basilica Cisterns, etc were incredible, but even just walking around the city streets, listening to the city, watching the people, and browsing the shops was great. We more or less ate, shopped, and walked our way around Istanbul with a few siteseeing trips on the side. It’s impossible not to absorb history in Istanbul. Anywhere that has been continuously inhabited for so long, just emanates a past. But, I didn’t find Istanbul to be one of those historic places that exists on its nostalgia alone, it still seemed a vibrant, cosmopolitan city.

Galata Tower as seen from Eminönü

On our first day in the city, we were dropped off at a bus station way outside of town. Snow and traffic delayed our arrival for 7 and a half ours…I ended up spending nearly 24 hours traveling by bus…Although the last bus was really fancy, it even had TVs in the back of every seat, it lacked toilets and was fully booked with the only available seats being in the back row without the ability to recline. Exhausted upon arrival, we were promptly scammed by a suit wearing taxi driver who charged us 50 Lira to drop us off on a side street in the general area of our hotel. We found the hostel, dropped off our bags, and headed out to explore the city, stopping for some strong Turkish coffee first.

The walk to the old area of Istanbul isn’t that far, but it took us a while. The trendy shops and music stores that line the steep hill beneath the Galata Tower were impossible to resist and when we finally made it to the bridge and could see the giant mosques, churches, fish markets, and just overall view, we stopped every few minutes for photos. The call to prayer, which began while we were crossing the bridge, the fisherman lining the railing, and the chestnuts roasting to kiosks everywhere only added to our sense of wonderment. We were far from the snowstorm in which our trip began.

Seeing the bazaar next to the Yeni Cami mosque, we assumed it must be the Grand Bazaar—it seemed large and we were tired. Turns out, it was the Egyptian Spice Bazaar. We figured this out after a very difficult lunch spent making sense of the low quality free maps from the hostel—It wasn’t until later that we went to the Tourist Information Center for the free, high quality maps and guide books it provides.

Yeni Cami

The Egyptian Bazaar (aka Spice Market) and the Yeni Cami mosque are in the Eminönü district, at the base of the hill to the Topkapi Palace, Blue Mosque, and Aya Sofia. The Bazaar was originally made of wood in mid-17th century by the architect Kazim Aga, and got its final restorations during mid-forties. It is called the Egyptian Bazaar because it was here that Egyptians sold their spices and received income from taxes levied on Egypt.

Eminonu from the Galata Bridge

After wandering around Eminonu some more, we shopped our way back to Beyoğlu for dinner in the fish market area. Unlike the 0-10 foot distance between the water and the fish markets on either side of the Galata Bridge, the Beyoğlu one is presented as more upscale, filled with sit down restaurants offering similar menus with well-dressed men positioned outside to entice you (hassle, pester, bother) in German, English, Turkish to eat at their place. We were hungry and irritable so it took a while, and several disappointed ‘enticers’ to finally choose somewhere.

That's all we ordered, what you can see in the screen. Neysa and I are toasting with Raki. Turkish Raki, not to be confused with Bulgarian Rakia, is a clear beverage that is drank mixed with water, turning it a milky white. It tasted sort of like licorice, too sweet for me.

It was early and there were few other patrons. The staff was overwhelmingly attentive. When Cory asked for his jacket, (his cell phone was in the pocket, but it had been removed by the wait so quickly he hadn’t removed it) the wait staff thought he was cold and two of them returned with a giant tablecloth to wrap him in. With the wine costing 12 Lira and 3 wrapped grape leaves costing 5, we didn’t eat much and it was weird to have 6 waiters watching you talk and eat. Just appetizers and a drink before getting the check, which, to our dismay, included a ‘cover charge’ worth more than our food. It had been a while since I last ate at a restaurant…

Dinner part II: the baked potato

After the disappointing and pricey dinner, we went for real food: döner and baked, stuffed potatoes from a take out place. My potato was awesome: the inside was removed, mixed with butter and salt, replaced, and then smothered with 6 toppings of my choice for 6 Lira. This was quite cheap for the places we went to in Istanbul, but it’s hard when you can buy a giant döner for about 1 Lev (the exchange rate is roughly equal) in Bulgaria and a much smaller one in Turkey is 5 times the cost.

Fresh grilled fish sandwiches in Karaköy-these were delicious.

The cost of food and remembering how to shake your head for yes and no where the biggest challenges of the trip. Food in Bulgaria is almost always cheap and delicious. In Turkey, it was harder to find cheap food and the expensive stuff we had wasn’t all that great. To be fair, I had extremely high expectations and my exposure was limited to a few places in very touristy area. I am still convinced the cheap, delicious stuff is there somewhere.

The Turkish coffee, sweets, foods from nuts and dried fruit, and fish sandwiches served from boats in the Golden Horn to on the Eminönü side of the Galata Bridge were awesome. Also good was the spinach and cheese gözleme, sort of like a more refined quesadilla; kaymak, a super rich buffalo yogurt/cream, with honey; börek, basically the same as banitsa; and the churchkhela, walnuts sewn on a string dipped in thickened fruit (usually grape) puree and then dried. I first tried the walnut sticks when I was in Georgia in ’04 and ’05, they were sold on the sides of the road outside of Tbilisi, but hadn’t seen them since. I must have been trying to make up for lost time because I ate entirely too many during my few days in Istanbul.

A woman making gözleme at a restaurant in Sultanhamet

Beyoğlu (previously Pera), where we stayed, was a base for Ventian and Genoese trading after the 4th crusade in the 1200s and became a Genoese property in the 1300s until the fall of Constantinople in 1453. They built the Galata Tower in 1348, which still stands and gives and amazing view of the city. Under Ottoman rule, ties with Venice were strengthened early on and Pera continued to grow as an attractive community for diplomats and European traders. In the 1800s Istiklal was home to many of the foreign embassies and schools. The embassies moved when the Turkish capital switched to Ankara, but many of the consulates are located nearby. We didn’t see most of Beyoğlu, staying along Istiklal towards Galata, so my opinion is limited. It was pretty awesome though to have street vendors speak in several languages, overhear conversations in another, talk to street musicians from California, and watch a live band play in one of the historic trolley cars going between Tunel and Taksim.

From the top of the Galata Tower you can see tons. Most obvious are from L-R: Topkapi Palace, Aya Sofia, Blue Mosque, Yeni Cami, and the Galata Bridge

From the middle of Istiklal, heading away from Takism towards Karaköy and the Galata Bridge is Tünel, an underground rail that takes passengers up the super steep hill from Karaköy to the center of Beyoğlu. It’s not that far, around 1,800 feet, during which time it ascends 200 feet. It’s a nice walk down—the steep streets, built with steps, are full of trendy music shops and artsy clothing stores—but at the end of a long day, Tünel took us closer to ‘home’ much faster than our feet. Also interesting: Tünel, built in 1875, is the second oldest underground rail in the world, second only to the London underground.

Inside Tünel

Karaköy (previously Galata) is a neighborhood in the Beyoğlu district. An ancient part of Istanbul, it houses a ton of old buildings, mosques, churches, and synagogues. Now, it is a busy commercial place, serving as a transport hub for intercity and international traffic. It's what we walked through on our way to the sites from our hotel.

This is a street in Karaköy, better walking down than up...

Besides using Tünel and walking a lot, we also took the above ground tram several times. It was super easy to figure out, fast, and clean. The public transport was awesome. Istanbul also has water ferries which we took for 2.5 Lira to go to ‘Asia’ for a day. These were slightly less easy for us to figure out and we went back and forth across the Bosphorus a few times when we tried to return. It didn’t matter though, the ferries, mostly used by commuters, not tourists, were lovely. They had indoor or outdoor seating, snacks and drinks, and, on one, was a waiter who served us tea in a glass—for about two dollars per ride, I did not expect this sort of service. Oh, and a funny side note: the entire time I was in Turkey I did not see a single Turkish toilet. Perhaps it was because I was in a big, vibrant city, but I don’t know. Not that it matters, as far as public toilets go, I actually think they are more hygienic. Also, they’re healthier for your body, but I won’t go into that…

Tea on the ferry

The ‘Asia Side,’ was a nice day trip. After getting off the ferry at Üsküdar and following the main flow of people we came across the Üsküdar Ahmet III Fountain, built in 1728 to serve passengers disembarking from across the quay. Decorated with calligraphy, flower motifs, and poetry verses, it is still used today. We came across several other beautiful buildings before finding what we seemed to locate everywhere: a shopping area. It was a giant food market with people calling out prices and running around. I picked up some apples and tea. I liked that here, the prices were listed and cheaper than the European side. Haggling was a bit of a drag for me. The people here were super friendly, but didn’t try to hassle us in to buying anything.

Üsküdar Ahmet III Fountain

Üsküdar

We stopped for coffee and dessert at a small café, there were fewer restaurants, especially big ones in this area. The café was full, and we headed out to leave, but the manager was excited about our presence and had some current customers double up to free us a table We felt bad, we had already eaten and weren’t at all hungry, just looking to sit and relax a bit. We ordered a cheese bread in addition to dessert. I wish we had been hungrier. After our food came out, which was delicious, the cook brought different food for us to try. It was neat, they weren’t overbearing nor did they try to put a tablecloth on any of us, just friendly and helpful and pleased with our “teşekkürle”s (thanks). Also, the food was way cheaper.

Next time I go to Istanbul, the Asia side is where I’d like to stay.

We spent parts of most days in the Sultanahmet area of Eminönü visiting the ‘must see’ sites of Istanbul. My favorite was the Basilica Cistern. Built in 532 by Justinian near Aya Sofia, the underground cisterns provided a water filtration system for the palace of Constantinople and, later, watered the gardens at the Topkapi Palace.

Basilica Cistern

Columns from earlier monuments were used in its construction. There is a strange wishing column, but even weirder are the two Medusa heads on the bases of two pillars in the back of the hall. One head is sideways, the other upside down. Medusa, according to Greek mythology, was one of the three Gorgons with snakes for hair that could turn anyone who looked at her into stone. It is a beautiful and peaceful place, so strange that it was constructed as nothing more than a water filter system.

Medusa

Water was carried to the cistern from with aqueducts from 19 km away in the Belgrade forest. Use of the cistern fell out of favor during the Ottomon era, they preferred running water to still, and, built their own supply systems. The Cistern is about 210 feet by 450 feet and can hold about 21,000,000 million gallons of water. There are 336 columns, each about 30 feet high, supporting the ceiling.

Nearby is the Grand Bazaar. Going there on day 2 was overwhelming, especially since I’d already done a good deal of shopping at the Egyptian Bazaar. I also had some super interesting conversations with some carpet sellers about different designs/motifs that I recognized from Chiprovtsi. But it’s difficult just to browse when you’re waiting for friends, you end up getting hassled and leaving with a spice grinder and a stack of heat plates… It was helpful though to be able to switch to Bulgarian to say something we didn’t want the vendor to hear.

Shopping at the Grand Bazaar was a good experience and its tight organization, despite the chaos and vastness, impressed me. The Grand Bazaar isn’t just big, it’s HUGE. Built in the 1450s and later rebuilt and expanded, the Grand Bazaar is has 5,000 shops, 2 mosques, 4 fountains, 2 Turkish bath houses, 60 streets, and hosts between 250,000 and 400,000 visitors daily.

Aya Sofia

The Sultan Ahmet Mosque, aka the Blue Mosque was lovely. It was built between 1609 and 1616 across a courtyard from the Aya Sofia, which was also a mosque at the time. It is commonly known as the Blue Mosque thanks to the blue paint used on many of the 21,043 hand painted tiles used to decorate the interior. The scope of the work put into it and the Aya Sofia is absolutely amazing.

Sultan Ahmet Mosque

Up the road from the Sultan Ahmet Mosque is the Hippodrome, now more of a square or park, it was built in 203 AD by Roman Emperor Septimus Severus. Later enlarged by Constantine, it could hold 100,000 spectators. It is also home to the Obelisk of Theodosius and the Serpant Column, and has free wifi.

The Obelisk of Theodosius was originally erected in 15th century BC by Thutmose III at the Karnak Temple Complex 500km south of Cairo. It was moved to Alexandria in 357 AD and later brought to Istanbul in 390 AD by the Roman Emperor Theodosius. Another Obelisk from Karnak, the Lantern Obelisk can be found in Rome.

Obelisk

The Serpent Column was originally erected in 479 BC at the Temple of Apollo in Greece to commemorate the Greek victory over the Persians. It was brought to Istanbul in the 4th century AD by Constantine I. At one time, the column had three intertwining snakes supporting a golden urn. The Crusaders removed the urn and melted it for coins, leaving just the base that stands today.

Serpent Column

I know I’ve left out things, like the full Turkish bath experience at Çemberlitas and the fantastic train ride Raf and I had back to the Sofia, but I’m tired and so much more is happening. I plan to go back to Istanbul. It’s way to big to see enough in one trip.

26 December 2010

Kravoder for Christmas!

Four of the five of us who trained together returned for Christmas. We spent a day visiting each other's families and friends. Here we are in the Romi church across the river.
The oldest breaking the bread on the head of the youngest before Christmas Eve dinner.
Budni Vecher!

23 December 2010

A few more things...Budnik, concert, and Santa

During the Advanced English group lesson on Wednesday night, we talked about different Christmas traditions in Bulgaria. Besides the fortunes papers, coin in bread, odd number of dishes, and survaknitsi, I thought the tradition of burning a budnik (sort of like a yule log) on Christmas Eve was interesting. Young men bring a log from the forest on Christmas Eve morning. This log will be burnt throughout the night and the way it burns will foretell the coming year.

Thursday, my last day in Chiprovtsi before the holidays, was, super busy. I did some last minute gift-wrapping and baking then went to the school for their holiday concert. The students, 1st-8th grade, sang songs, danced, and acted out short skits. They sang four songs in English, but my favorite part was the dance to the “Walk like an Egyptian” song.

In the afternoon, I headed to the kindergarten to watch the kids there perform and see Dyado Koleda (Grandfather Christmas/Santa Claus) deliver presents. It was neat to watch. The kids were excited like Christmas morning. The gifts Santa brought were from the children’s parents who had bought and wrapped them earlier. Surprisingly, it worked extraordinarily well. I couldn’t help but think what might happen if a parent didn’t or wasn’t able to purchase something, or if the kid was really disappointed by their gift. But, nothing of the sort happened; the kids were thrilled with their gifts and Santa did a great job.

22 December 2010

Museum/Survaknitsi

On Wednesday, the Historical Museum hosted a party in its exhibition house. Survaknitsi made by the kindergartens and food from a traditional Bulgarian Christmas Eve (Budne Vecher) dinner were on display. The children and the folk singing group also preformed.
Survaknitsi are a traditional craft made during the winter holiday seasons using a branch cut from a cornel tree. The branch is then decorated with bright threads, bits of cloth, dried fruit, popcorn, dried red peppers, a silver coin, and round pieces of bread. The popcorn and dried fruit symbolize fertility and fruitfulness. The string of red peppers and the silver coin are meant to drive away evil.
According to tradition, young people go from house to house on New Year’s caroling and offering wishes for good health, prosperity, and happiness. They slap the householders on the back with the survaknitsi and are given bread rolls, nuts, sweets and coins in return. The symmetric tying of the branches to form circles symbolizes eternity and the circle of life. The round, donut like bread rolls hung from the circles represent the universe and again symbolize eternity recalling primordial times, when God "kneaded" space and time. I found most of this information here.

21 December 2010

Budni Vecher Potluck

On Tuesday, some of the students in my Beginner English class had a Christmas Eve potluck. I brought Christmas cookies. They brought peppers stuffed with beans, several types of philo dough pastries (with pumpkin, walnut, candy[above pic]), traditional bread rolls, sweets, and wine. It was lovely. One of the girls in the class wrote out fortunes for the New Year, such as: you will go on an adventure, you will get a new computer. These were then rolled around tooth picks and placed in the top of the pastries. My fortune was to receive a sandwich… Another tradition included in the celebration was that of hiding a coin in the bread. Sort of like what we do in Louisiana with the baby in the King cakes, but instead of a plastic baby you receive money.

Traditional Budni Vecher food includes: grape leaves stuffed with rice and walnuts, dried fruit, banitsa, bean stuffed peppers, pumpkin, and soda bread. There is always an odd number of dishes served and never any meat or animal products…this potluck was perhaps the only vegan meal I’ve had in Bulgaria.

Budni Vecher Recipe

Dried Peppers stuffed with beans:

Dried red peppers

1 cup cooked beans

1 / 2 cup rice

2 onions

1 tsp paprika

1 tablespoon tomato paste

black pepper

4-5 tbs cooking oil

mint salt

Several cloves of garlic

In heated oil fry the finely chopped onions. Add rice and fry until it turns clear. Add black pepper, paprika, salt, mint, tomato paste, and cooked beans. Add water if needed. Beans should be well mixed, but not runny. Remove from heat and set aside. Soak peppers in warm water until soft. Stuff full with beans using a spoon. Arrange in a baking dish, chop garlic cloves in several large pieces and place between peppers. Pour 2 cups water over peppers and bake them until the rice is soft. This recipe can also be made without rice. Just add more beans and don’t add water at the end.

Kindergarten crafts

On Monday, I went to the kindergarten to help decorate the cinnamon ornaments we started on Friday. We mixed together a bottle of Elmer’s glue, a jar of applesauce, and a big container of cinnamon to form dough; then rolled it flat and cut shapes with cookie forms. After drying over the weekend, we had sturdy ornaments that looked like gingerbread cookies (though, obviously not edible), smelled like cinnamon, and will last a long time. I used a few extra to decorate gift wrap.

19 December 2010

And Snow...

Christmas Cookies in Chiprovtsi

Christmas celebrations in Bulgaria were a blur of cookies, banitsa, and more cookies! My last week at site before the holidays (I celebrated Christmas Eve/Day with my host family in Kravoder), began Sunday making Christmas cookies with Tsetska and her children. Mitko and Elitsa are 4 and 6 years old and super ridiculously cute. They thought the different colored frosting, sprinkles, and cut out shapes my mom sent were fantastic. The cookies were smothered beneath tons of sugary frosting and decorations, but they loved them anyways.

14 December 2010

Wood Stove=Very Happy

This wood stove makes me so happy.
Especially after teaching an evening English class in an unheated classroom while it's snowing outside.

10 December 2010

Christmas Spirit

My counterpart and I decorated a gingerbread house, put up a tree, wrote Christmas cards, and played seasonal music. Then it snowed a little, the mayor plugged in the town tree, and the kindergarten sang. Afterwards, I opened a box from my sister that had a container of homemade Christmas cookies. It was a good day in December.

09 December 2010

Carpet Weaving

Chiprovtsi is well known in Bulgaria for it’s carpets. The rich culture and traditions surrounding weaving has great potential for increasing tourism and economic activity in the area. These carpets are significant for more reasons than economic development; they are important part of Bulgaria’s history. The carpets, which are believed to bring good luck and longevity to their owners, are hand woven with different figures and symbols. Each design has its own history and meaning and has been passed down through families and friends. Although abbreviated histories exist online and are quick to translate, I’ve been working on a more comprehensive explanation of the symbols with some women in town using a few old books museum. When I get it to a certain level, I’ll share. In the meantime, with a local weaver, I’ve organized two carpet weaving weekends for other PCVs to visit and learn about the carpets. Last weekend was the first one and tomorrow, the second begins.

05 December 2010

VIDEO

I would love to get this uploaded on the municipality’s website, but I still haven’t figured out how to use the interface. In the meantime, here is a video from my town produced a few years ago. It’s short and in English.

01 December 2010

Plovdiv

After the project at the Internaht, we traveled to Plovdiv for a Peace Corps training session. It was good to see the other volunteers from my group. It’s been a while since we’ve been together and we won’t have another such gathering until our mid-service session in July.

Plovdiv is a super interesting city and I wish I’d had more time to explore. I spent a morning wandering trying, without success, to find the old Roman amphitheater seen on most postcards. I did find an awesome cake restaurant and

saw some interesting parts of the old town: the 15th century mosque, places where the main pedestrian walking area opens and the true old city appears underneath, and an outdoor theater. Despite overcast and dreary weather, the town center was colorful and pleasant to walk around.

Located near the geographical center of Bulgaria, Plovdiv is Bulgaria’s ‘second city’ and one of Europe’s oldest. It has been inhabited for around 6,000 years. Plovdiv was known by the Thracian name of Eumolpias until it was captured by Philip II of Macedon (Alexander the Great’s dad) in 342 B.C. He renamed the city Philippopolis, which is the source from which its current name is derived.

Re-conquered by the Odrisi Tsar of Thrace after half a century, Plovdiv became the main commercial, cultural, and political center of the Thracian province under Roman rule and became known by the name of Trimontium (City of Three Hills). The main military road through the Balkans, passed through Trimontiun, and the Romans spent much effort building water and sewage systems, theaters, public baths, etc. many of which are still there today. Only a small portion of the ancient ruins have been excavated from under the city, but where they have been, it is impressive. It’s as if you’re looking down into another city, which, I suppose you are, but it’s also back in time.

When the Roman Empire split at the end of the 4th century, Plovdiv, became part of the Eastern Empire and its Byzantine era began. After the migration of the Slavs to the area Plovdiv became known as Pludin, a Slavicised version of the Thracian translation of Philippopolis. Important as a border city in the struggle between Byzantium and the Bulgarian Empire, Pludin changed hands several times before being captured by the Ottomans in 1364. It was liberated in 1878 during the Battle of Philippolis and became the Capital of Eastern Rumelia. In 1885, the region was unified and the city of Plovdiv became part of Bulgaria.

30 November 2010

Thanksgiving Activities

Celebrating Thanksgiving in Bulgaria was excellent. In addition to the paper turkeys and decorations at the office, I had “Thanksgiving” themes for both of my adult English classes. In the beginner class, we played Bingo and ate pumpkin cookies with cream cheese frosting and I talked a bit about the holiday. In the advanced class, we read a short story about the first Thanksgiving, discussed what we’re thankful for, and unscrambled the lyrics to “What a Wonderful World.”

Then, I traveled to another volunteer’s site to help with her Thanksgiving Day project. Quite a few PCVs, plus some American missionaries, and an Austrian, helped with the festivities at the Internaht where she works. Then, we made an awesome dinner and ate, in keeping with tradition, until we could hardly move.

The experience at the Internaht was intense. An Internaht, aka Boarding school, is a specialized institution for minors who have committed antisocial acts and crimes. The kids were so excited to have us be there. In the morning the kids helped make pumpkin bread, bake cookies, and put together Native American headdresses. It was pretty incredible to see these ‘tough’ teenagers, eager to glue feathers on a hat or to put an apron and help in the kitchen.

After lunch, we showed a short presentation on America, the organizing volunteer had put together and went on a scavenger hunt around the village. Before the games could start, each kid had to write something they were grateful for on a paper leaf, which was then put on a large tree cut out in the main hall. I’m sure this is a common thing in schools and other such places around Thanksgiving, but here, in this setting, it was really something else. It was a perfect way to spend the holiday. At the end of the day we went back to host volunteer’s house, cooked, and ate until we could hardly move.

One task of the scavenger hunt was to have the kids give away some of the pumpkin bread they cooked to someone in the village. These kids don’t have much in the way of material things, so I imagine that the act of ‘giving’ isn’t something they frequently do. I don’t know about the other groups, but the group of kids I was with spent a while on this item. They ended up dividing the bread and walking all over town to give it away to a greater number of people. It was great.

20 November 2010

Paper Turkeys

It is almost Thanksgiving! Feeling as if I may have caused some disappointment by not organizing a big Halloween activity, I wanted to make sure to celebrate Thanksgiving. I decorated the office, made construction paper turkeys with the kindergarteners, and am planning parties for my beginner and advanced English classes. Yay for holidays!

Funeral

The somber dirges played during funeral processions are easy to hear from my office window. Despite not being heavily populated, the age demographics of Chiprovtsi are such that these events are not uncommon. Often, my colleagues and I stand and watch as loved ones of the deceased proceed slowly through town to the gravesite.

Close family members lead the procession, carrying flowers and a cross for the grave. The hearse, an old VW van with its rear doors open, follows, displaying the open casket inside. Behind the van, a crowd of mourners grows as people join while it winds through the town. Several older men, one with a drum and symbol and a few with horns are the last to pass by, providing a constant soundtrack of slow, sad music for the walk to the graveyard.

I attended my first Bulgarian funeral this week for one of my colleagues’ relatives. Even though I joined the mourners near the edge of town, we still had a kilometer or so to walk. The predominately elderly crowd seemed unperturbed by the uneven road to the cemetery or the uphill return. They continued, arm in arm, at a steady pace.

An Orthodox cleric presided over the approximately 30 minute ceremony. When we began to leave the cemetery, close family members of the deceased, hurried from the graveside to an open vehicle trunk full of food which they began to pass out to mourners. I was surprised that those in the deepest state of mourning were now hurrying to treat the rest of his, but was told that by taking the bread, you must say a prayer for the deceased, asking God to forgive his sins.

The differences between this funeral, in a small town in Bulgaria, and those I’ve attended in America were significant. Joining around 75 mourners—friends and family of decade long relationships—to escort the deceased to his final resting place was a beautiful experience. It was so different from the individual line of cars that drive to an American cemetery. The deep roots of people who raise their children in the same homes in which they were born and know each other for decades is so different from anything I’ve experienced. This shared and interwoven history, combined with the foreign rites of an Orthodox sacrament, made the funeral a unique experience to witness.