05.08.2010., Smolyan, 5 roommates, did not meet them all yet.

I forgot to write about a small mix up on the train from Mladenovac. Two ladies thought I was a boy, so I pretended to be one. First they called me ‘son’ (‘sine’), and that is a normal word to say to anyone but when they started to call me ‘boy’ (‘dečko’), then I realized what was going on. Later on two boys entered our coupe and I was positive that now they will notice the no-beard and no-hairy-legs and pretty-soft-voice-thing, but no. The boys were confused so I smiled significantly and they went along with my story. It was cool being a boy, but I was stressed out that they will find out so I was hiding my girlieness as best I could. I did not feel like going through the ordeal of explanation, as they already asked me if there was a girl waiting for me in Sofia, and I said no. 

Today I woke up early morning and had a busy day, first sadhana (practices – yoga, breathing and meditation), then tasty breakfast and then an excursion with Swamiji (Swami is a title and ji implies that he is someone who is close, like Guru Ji is Guruji – Guru dearest). First we went to a sort of a convent and met some local Bulgarians, and walked around a bit. And after that we climbed a mountain top and sat with Swamiji. We chanted  and did a short meditation with him. It was magnificent, the wind blowing, an eagle flying and making a loud screeching noise, just sitting there, on top of a mountain, breathing the air would have been enough, but enjoying the nature so fully through meditation was brilliant.