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.