I gloated about another week without students and the last few days have been payback from the Fates. The weather was wonderful when we left Blagoevgrad on Sunday. Imagine, eight hours of sun, blue skies, freshly tilled fields, picturesque little villages, storks (really - half a dozen in a field near Shumen), and empty roads. All spent in a car with only one stop the whole trip for a quick lunch of kebapche and some gas for the car. We checked into our hotel in Dobrich, had a pizza, and headed to bed. I was hoping to see something of the town the next day, but we woke up to a bloody blizzard. Half a meter of snow by noon. And don't forget the gale-force winds driving sleet into your face. We went straight from the hotel to the conference center in the morning and straight back that night. We didn't even venture out for lunch. Dinner was another round of Italian from the hotel restaurant. The next day we woke up to no electricity. Swell! So we headed to Varna, hoping for an easy drive and a warm hotel. It took us three hours to get there and it was only 40km. It looked like this:


Fortunately, we have a great driver, who packed tire chains and all necessary extras for our car. We even stopped to get some other folks out of a ditch.
Varna was more of the same - two days of driving snow and icy sidewalks. It was mitigated by a really good restaurant for lunch and Subway (Yeah, yeah, I know) for dinner, plus a quick run into an English language bookstore for reinforcements for my paperback stash. I had to take a picture of my colleagues at the beach, just for the record. That grey stuff behind them is actually the Black Sea. The were enormous breakers from the wind that surfers would love - If they didn't freeze!

The road to Burgas looked like this today:

You don't really get the whole effect, since the fog didn't appear until a little later when we hit the really hilly, narrow section of the coast road. It had been plowed the day before, but not since, so it was six inches of icy slush, bordered by four to six feet of snow piled up on the berm. My mother would appreciate this drive. It looked a lot like western Pennsylvania in January in 1970.
We'll be in Burgas until noon Saturday. The trip home should be okay, since it's all supposed to turn to rain tonight and wash this stuff away!