Mogilino

winter in mogilino

winter in mogilino

In a couple of months I will have had a house in Mogilino for two years and right from the get-go this village felt like home. Quite apart from the breath-taking scenery, it is a friendly, welcoming place to be. I often wonder however, how the other villagers really perceive us incomers. Certainly, as British, it’s automatically assumed that you have ‘Money’ and equally, it is hoped, that you’ll be able to provide at least some type of short-term employment.

I suppose in comparison we are ‘wealthy’, at least in terms of having cash coming in. But what Bulgarians often fail to appreciate is the one thing that most of us westerners strive our whole lives to achieve – the elusive, fully paid for, mortgage free home – they have in spades. Often owing more than property, it is one reason for the abundance of abandoned houses that are on offer across the country at bargain basement prices.

My welcome into the village has been warm and help always at hand, no matter what problems have come my way. But having a career that doesn’t include physical work has bestowed on me a level of respect that I don’t believe is warranted. Even after I explain that I’ve spent most of my working life hip deep in horse shit, and grafting is something I’m well acquainted with, it makes no difference. So now I feel obligated to be a writer that someone wants to read!

I must confess that I’ve always been a little concerned about people’s reactions when they first find out what it is that I write. Not the blog stuff, the general rambling about my life. But about me and my Pagan roots. Religion is a funny thing as we all know, and I’m still unsure as to how these things are perceived here in Bulgaria. Particularly in the villages.

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