One night in Plovdiv, we ate dinner at a wonderful little restaurant called Hemingway's. We'd seen the place on a map and ended up stumbling into the restaurant in the pouring rain.

The food was great, the atmosphere was dark and a little mysterious and the house wine was top-notch.

Holy-smokes, we ate a ton of great food. It was hard to even pick what to order. Everything on the menu sounded delicious. We ended up picking our dishes using this rule of thumb: what is something that sounds good to me but isn't what I'd normally order. So basically, we moved from the safe-bet food to the new, interesting and unexpected dishes.

We also ordered a bottle of the house wine.

While waiting for the food, we took pictures. Now my dAd loves to take pictures. This man was taking hundreds of photos a day. I brought my computer along with us on this trip so that my dAd could download all of his photos each night. I am such a good daughter.

My sister is also a very good daughter. She isn't as obsessed with photo taking as either my dAd or me but she was a really good sport. She smiled (most of the time) when we took her photo and she waited around while we took photos of other things without ever sighing or rolling her eyes. Well, I am not sure about the eye rolling thing because I was busy taking photos.