The nacho party looks great Carolyn!

The first and only time I was in Bulgaria was August 4, 1988 after I took the train from Athens to Sofia. After a very intense border crossing  at Kulata where Bulgarian border guards in fatigues searched every inch of the train with a German Shephard, including lifting the cushions off the seats and popping the ceiling tiles looking for stowaway returning Bulgarians, I arrived in Sofia around eight in the evening looking for a meal. I was only able to find one place, and that place was ready to close. I got the last sausage and cabbage dish and a couple of glasses of red wine. The sausage was a small six inch swirl of burned meat. The next day was better as I found 20 stotikni hamburgers at a stand-up cafe along one of the streets with yellow bricks. Apparently in 1988 if you did not know some Bulgarians, the only real meal option for foreigners was the Sheraton. For USD$20. on my last night I treated myself to a nice, but standard, American meal. 

In 1988 there were very few shops in Sofia as you would see today. Almost no traffic was in the streets or squares. Very few people had cars. No litter or cigarette butts was found in the street.

You are lucky to be there today with nachos, of all things!

What are the opportunities for teaching English there? Can university-age Bulgarians afford private lessons? Is there demand in the corporte sector? 

If I were to teach there, I think I would prefer Varna or Burgas. I like to be on the water, especially for the summer. Both seem like large population centers with universities. Do you know about ESL opportunities in either?

Thanks for your blog and be happy it is not 1988.