Explorations with Chechi
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Today there was plenty in the plans, but Chechi and I decided to start the day with a nice little walk. We took our walking sticks and explored the backstreets of Fazanovo. Just having nice conversations about books, life, philosopy and various other nicks and nacks that we could think of. She showed me another natural sprint just down the road from us, which unfortunately was conaminated by the cattle as they often drank there and the well had become disgusting.
I wasnt so into the mood of photographing today, though I did take a couple of interesting shots. Later in the day were to go to visit Curly to fish with him, so we had to take advantage of the early day.
Around noon we decided to head up to the center as the store and pub open.
After purchasing a few necesasary products, we decided to grab a beer and treat ourselves. I waited outside while Chechi went in to get the beer, as the dogs were with us, and I didnt want anyone messin' with them, as most of the people are not used to having dogs as pets, but as guards. So all dogs are tied up on a 3 foot chain, never let loose, and fed 2 times a week. Its actually very sad. So, anyway, when they see a dog thats lose, they immediately think that its a stray and beat it or chase it. And as our dogs are a little wild, if anyone fucks with them, they get a little skittish.
When Chechi came out, she very comfortably sat down at the end of the table right next to the Roma, though its not a problem, it was just strange because they were sitting munchin and talking in a language mixed in between Turkish, Roma, and Bulgarian. I sat down next to Chechi, and we chatted a little.
At this point, Chechi turned to one of the Roma, and said something that sounded similar to the language they were speaking in. All fo the sudden there was a wave of laughter, Chechi was innocently giggling and a burst of excitement came over the table. Chechi had made a joke in Roma! hahaha
After finishing our beer, and politely declining the Roma buying us another round, we headed back home.
When we got back to the house, my father was working on his motorcycle...which unfortunately he didnt fix by the time I left :-( I really wanted to get a ride on it again, its been so long. Chechi yelled at him for being a child and playing with his toys. And sat down to do some homework....she had to sit and write a poem which she had made up for Curly in regards to life and its connection to the sea, or something of the sort.
We started to get ready for the long night.