I've been back in the States for about a week now. It's great to be home. Now Walla Walla is a pretty small town. We've got one high school, a couple of main streets, a handful of coffee shops, two main grocery stores and a lot of cars. The small town me really digs being home and listening to country music, going swimming and grilling dinner.

Sofia me keeps waking up at all hours of the night. Sofia me also wants an afternoon nap and seeing as I am on vacation the afternoon nap seems totally acceptable. The great part about this is that while a nap seems very indulgent within a few days I'll have myself on a new sleep schedule and I wont be lying awake in my bed way-too-early in the morning.

Small town me loves to drink iced Americanos because they make them with plenty of ice and they are super smooth and refreshing in the Walla Walla heat.  Sofia me doesn't really drink iced drinks in Bulgaria because there's never enough ice and as a result they aren't cold enough for me.  But the last time I went to order an Americano here in Walla Walla I realized that I was prepping my order in my head not in English but in Bulgarian.

Yeah,<em> in Bulgarian</em>. I would have sworn up and down that these things never happen to me but apparently they do.

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I've also been struggling with the head shake. Small town me is friendly and helpful (well, I am that way in Bulgaria too) but I keep confusing people with my body language and shaking my head the wrong way. So now I am just trying not to move my head. <em>Awesome</em>.

Sofia me thinks that the bottles of beer in my parent's fridge feel kind of small in my hands but small town me doesn't care because the beer my dad buys is actually flavorful between the IPA and the porter beers I've been a very happy camper!! In fact, I am having a hard time imagining drinking Kamenitsa or Zagorka again on my return.

It's funny the way these two different parts of my life intersect.

In real ways, I've been regularly reminded of it when I go to pay for things. I am so used to paying for everything in cash that it's hard to pull out my debit card. It's hard to remember how much to tip. Sometimes it's been hard to know what coins I am looking for .25 cent pieces versus .50 coins or even worse 1 leva coins versus 1 dollar bills.

So small town me stands at the register and looks in my wallet and tries to figure out which way is up and Sofia me is excited to be back home.