Yesterday after finishing more or less everything I needed to I saw Tom’s e-mail, and realized I need to leave Sarafovo. It was clear as day that I have to do it. I calmed down, thought about the things I needed to do and went for afternoon practices. First we did some yoga, then a meditation and then a chant that made me feel all warm inside. I asked Tom to sit and close his eyes when he had time and to text me when he’s ready. I got his message in the right moment, between meditation and the chant and sent him all my love and blessings. I felt so full, so expanded. I felt I could make the world stand upside down in that moment. I felt I was with him, and pouring my love, caring and compassion on him. All that and more went to his family and dear ones. Later I was able to share with the group what is going on, and I did calmly so. It is hard to hide something when you are constantly moving with 30 people. The rest of the evening was nice and peaceful. This morning I woke up early, spent some time on the beach, and went to do some more work for the newsletter, delegate stuff while I am not there (even though I will contribute online). I lead meditation before lunch, with a beautiful sense of caring for each and every one of the group, feeling sad for leaving, even though it is only for a few days. After Sarafovo we will split into smaller groups and some of them I will not see for a month. As I already pointed out, a day at YWC is like 3-4 normal days, considering the amount of things that keep going on. I served lunch, realizing that I know exactly who prefers what and how much, learning this without realizing. I packed and quickly left with a smile and an ‘I love you’ goodbye. Vesna drove me to Bourgas, to the bus station, and Milen went along to help language wise, and Zlajo came along for no apparent reason, but good he did. I will miss him. I almost missed the bus. It was a shuttle bus of some sort standing on the opposite side of the platform. The shuttle took around 2 hours to get to Varna, and the guy explained where to catch the bus for the airport. I got on the local bus the 409 where a lady approached me and made me pay for the ticket. That was a new experience. The fare cost me half a euro. At the airport at last. Strawberry expensive water. I managed to charm the woman at check in to let me take my guitar and bag on the plane (only one piece of luggage allowed). It was silly not to take some food from the kitchen as Albena offered (there’s a town in Bulgaria with the same name – imagine having a friend whose name is New York, or Zagreb, oh yeah there’s Paris, but that is just silly). Getting a slice of pizza vegetariana and a small bottle of water for the same price as the Bourgas – Varna fare. I had some time, so I went out on the smoking terrace found a spot away from people and played the guitar. I was observing some kids. All of them above the age of 5 were exhausted, angry, teasing each other or completely absorbed in their games and ipods. It was kind of sad. The parents just saying no, no and do not do that, do this. I do not know if this is a statement of judgment or compassion, or both or something third. It is just a thought.

The plane was late. Not very late. And now I am in it. According to my wristwatch it is 10 o’clock (blg time), according to my computer it is 9 o’clock (cro time) and English time is 8, I guess. I am not sure anymore, I just saw on the online ticket that the plane leaves at 7.45 and arrives 9.20, so I guess it is 9.20 eng time, so another hour? It is just a little bit frustrating not knowing when we are landing, but never mind, I can still enjoy the sunset through the window, even though it is just a line of orange and yellow and purple.

I sent Tom an e-mail this morning, and just left, and did not call or anything, so I do not know what happens when I land. If there is internet available I can check if he wrote something, or I will just give him a call on his cell. It is funny this trip, the most quick, least organized trip ever. Today at two I was guessing there is a bus to Varna and had no idea when it is in Sofia, or how to get to the airport, but somehow it all happened. Zlajo was making fun of me, saying that this is all happening for a reason and that now I am like Guruji, travelling. Sofia-Smolyan-Sarafovo-Burgas-London and then Stara Zagora – that is my small town destination when I come back. We have a team of four and will be doing some projects in that town. Something like fixing something or organizing a course or something similar. I will go now, as my battery is half full and I have to give the net a chance to see what Tom is planning.

After getting off the plane, I went to the border thingy, and did not know Tom’s address, and here it is important to have that, it is like some kind of ID, a person’s address. So he asked about if I had a return ticket and what I am doing there and why no address. So I explained that I was in Bulgaria and my friend’s mother had passed away, so I left in a hurry. He then said that he would not let me in without an address. I said OK, and I will need to call him, but my phone does not work. I have some cash, I would need to change it and get a card and bla bla. So he gets on the phone and Tom does not answer (he told me later that he took it out of his pocket and accidentally pressed the wrong button, and expected the person to call back). And he says: I am not letting you in. And asking again what I am doing here. So I give a concise explanation of Art of Living and Yes We Can – CLP, and how I am there for another 2 months and I know Tom’s name and last name and his brother’s name and his wife’s name and so on. And I started crying – I have been to his place, but I forgot the address, it is Kew, Surrey, and his mother died, and I left too quickly. And then he let me enter. I kept crying for another 10 minutes, got a hold of myself, exchanged money, got a phone card, an internet coin at the airport and got to Tom. I first took the train bus (the bus that takes you to the train) to West Hampsted, then a train, and met this great woman with whom I shared quite a lot in a half hour journey. Then I was 1 minute late for the last train to Richmond. Then took the tube to Westminster, and then changed for Richmond. And then I was here. Tom picked me up we went to Kew together and talked till 4 in the morning (which was 6 by blg time). I like this house. Magggie’s house. And I love Maggie. She made an example of how a mother and a woman should be, in my world. Strong and sensitive, creative and smart, aware. So now, me and Tom are sitting in a big room with orange walls and red furniture. Even though it sounds strong, it is very peaceful and nice. I slept for some hours, got up, did my thing, washed loads of clothes, made breakfast, sent some e-mails, hanged out with Tom and Dan and Sarah, went out, bought some veggies, cooked dinner and now I am here.
It was really funny in the shop, everything so expensive, and even though it is a big shop, it did not have big packages of anything and everything is packed in plastic. EVERYTHING. Veggies are packed so you cannot see what they are, and above the stands there are pictures of them so you can see. Hahaha.

I will go edit some texts. Love, G.