Here is a picture of me with Hristo (the father of the Bulgarian family I lived with) and my friend Joe. It was our first weekend in the town, so we sat in Hristo’s den and drank ракия (www.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rakia) and spoke the little Bulgarian we knew at the time. The ракия had been brewed by Hristo with grapes from his garden. We’re saying наздраве! (pronounced Naz-dra-vey)…or cheers in English.