Great news! I am going to be in the Bulgarian magazine Rouge in September. So keep your eyes peeled for it--well those of you living in Bulgaria.

I had a really great interview with one of the editors at the magazine, Z. She asked a number of standard expat kind of questions from why Bulgaria? to what were my first impressions of the country? But she also asked some unexpected questions which were a lot of fun to answer.

[caption id="attachment_3161" align="alignleft" width="500" caption="Me giving the interview--on the floor"]<a href="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/img_5669.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-3161" title="Me giving an interview " src="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/img_5669.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="333" /></a>[/caption]

The odd thing is that I get nervous before these interviews. Yep, I am human. I get nervous. Butterflies in the stomach nervous.  Okay, this is my second magazine interview so it's not like I do it all the time but it's not like I won't <em>know</em> the answer.<!--more-->

It is my life after all.  I guess I worry that I won't be articulate enough or that I'll say something horribly stupid that will then be in print.  You don't get to edit your answers in an interview like you get to edit, review, revise a blog.

Anyhow, it didn't help much last week when skype wouldn't work on my parent's computer and then when I finally got my laptop up and running and the interview underway my dAd started taking pictures of me. Mind you he didn't just take one. Oh no, he took probably 25. <em>Sweet</em>.

Or not.  I mean, it was pretty distracting.  Also, what I am I going to do with 25 pictures of me sitting on the floor giving an interview? Don't even get me started on how un-glamorous I am in these photos.

So once again, if you have some illusion of how glamorous my life is, I'd urge you to take a look at the above photo and rethink this. I am in fact human.  Maybe I should add that when he was busy snapping photos it was only 7am. While I may not be uber-glamorous, at least this proves that I am a nice person because with the 10 hour time difference this was really the only way to make US-Bulgaria interview work.

Luckily I was all dressed to go on a walk with my dAd after the interview. And we had a great walk. He asked me about the differences in style, fashion and taste between the United States and Bulgaria.  His questions were tough. I am glad the Rouge interview wasn't as tough.

Then again it's probably a good thing. No Bulgarian in her right mind would take fashion advice from me. And frankly I probably shouldn't be dispensing it in a Bulgarian fashion/lifestyle magazine.