Crêpes & café

Sunday morning. It is very warm for this time of year. I am sitting on my balcony overlooking a courtyard. It is quiet, but from around the corner I can hear the traditional corals of the Bulgarian Christian Orthodox church traveling towards me. Purple flowers are planted in a pot next to me.

I am having my breakfast and it is delightful, I have to say. I believe, at this moment, I do know where I am.

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Day 100 #1

Day 100 #2

The hundredth day took me to a place I didn’t expect to be. I started off on day one by cracking the shell of the egg; and ended up in a Slovakian mountainside — walked dark streets and biked dark paths in between. Close to the gutter, while close to the sky.

And now what? The hundredth day. Where am I?