Pfingsten (or the Pentecost; for more info, click here) was on the 20th of May this year, which means we had a long weekend that week. After long discussing what to do during that time, we decided to visit our friends at Regensburg, which is in Bavaria, about 600km far. Grandpa, Regensburg is also at our Danube River!
By the time the boys landed in Bulgaria, I was already in the country for a week, celebrating Christmas with my family. They landed at exactly 18:08 local time at -9 degrees. It was already dark and my dad was on the second home-made rakia glass. This meant that by not having a driver’s license, I had to pick them up from the airport with a taxi. Usually when I am there, I like to order taxis from the ones that are already standing there. This translated into English means: the taxis standing in Sofia International Airport are supposedly tourist-trap-free and relatively safe. We had to order two taxis, as we were 5 people and nobody wanted to take all of us in one car.