A summer cookout

I went to a bbq or, as everyone calls it here, a cookout at Georgi's and Elizabeth's. Elizabeth had just returned from North Carolina - she'd driven Tony to camp. As expected, Yanka and Kiril pounced on me. Yanka in the front, and Kiril hanging off my back. I'm like a little tree, I suppose. A bonsai? It reminded me of the first day I met them. Within five minutes of introductions, Yanka and Kiril were all over me. It certainly feels as if our time together has come full circle.

I got to talk a little more with Georgi's dad, who's visiting from Bulgaria. Mr. Kostova's English is better than my Bulgarian so we managed. I bumped into him in the kitchen where he was checking on the mushrooms. I expressed a deep fondness for mushrooms, and he kindly served me three before he brought the tray out to the party. I attacked them with much enthusiasm. I was impressed that he made most of the side dishes, Bulgarian summer fare. Eggplant, beans and peppers, mushrooms, potato cubes. All very, very good.

Later we found strawberries growing by the swing in Elizabeth's garden. Yanka ate them all. Some frisbee, some kickball. I let Yanka use my camera to take portraits of us all. Georgi will now have to buy her a little camera. Much laughter, then goodbyes. A good summer evening.

Posted by Monoceros at June 19, 2005 9:21 PM