So, as it turns out, I'm living in the Hard Rock capital of Bulgaria. Who knew? Eat your heart out, Rob Zombie! I almost want to start a hard rock band just cause. Too bad I never seriously pursued the life of a rocker. I would be in my element.
Actually, today was totally music day here in my life. This morning I went to the kindergarten I frequent to teach "Jingle Bells." It was great. I love going there. The kids are all about the Amerikanka who visits them twice a week. Well, that's not entirely true. I can't say all of them are into me. Some of them look downright terrified when I talk to them, but others think I am the bees knees. I'm okay with it. I'll take what I can get. Anyway, after our 6 rounds of "Jingle Bells" we moved on to "Happy Birthday." We sing that even when it's no one's birthday. Today, however, it was someone's birthday--BONUS! We sang to him a couple times and then we ate torta (I bet you can guess the translation). Based on these two examples alone you can tell that Dupnitsa really lives up to it's claim. But I'm not even finished. There was more music in my life today.
This afternoon I accompanied my counterpart to the "Mledeshki Dom" (Youth House) where I was serenaded by the lovely sounds of teen hard-rockers. My organization is currently running a project called "Social Inclusion through Music." It really is a great project. Kids from all over Dupnitsa were invited to participate in a series of concerts organized by my organization. Right now they are getting ready for the Christmas concert that is coming up in a couple weeks. Actually, there are some great little musicians here. Today I listen to a couple girls rock a Janis Joplin tune. I was impressed. There are a couple other bands who regularly play that are also quite impressive. My personal favorite is a band called Satan's Slaves. They have a great guitarist. They like singing Metallica, Black Sabbath, and Korn. I love that all the kids sing English songs. They trick me. I think they know English but then when I go to talk to them they look at me like I am...foreign. Right. Seriously, though, I really have to wonder if they understand the songs they sing. They must. They are teenagers. They need to feel the lyrics, no doubt.
Anyway, I'm getting side tracked and I want to get to the real reason I'm even blogged today Pictures! YEAH! I walked around Dupnitsa this weekend in search of images to post that would represent my Dupnitsa. Here they are...
my house.
my street.
my favorite.
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