In the month of September alone, I’ve had both a horse’s muzzle and the barrel of a gun starring down my face. Makes for an impressionable 5 weeks. Prior to arriving to Sofia, Bulgaria, I intentionally internalized this month to be more instinctual and less over thinking (sort of ironic since I thought Bulgaria would be the most debatable place I visit this year). It’s a mentality that can be summed up quite easily...
