Gray is what I see. It is the color of the streets we walk, the buildings rising from the ground, the clothes on people that pass us by on the street. Grey is the sky, the puddles made by the rain, it is what I feel.
Bulgaria, a country still trying to recover from former Soviet and Turkish rule. The landscapes seem eerie as we ride through on trains and buses. The buildings on the horizon have stories to tell of former times. I am sure they hold many tales and could speak volumes f