Given that this is the first in a series of posts on our Balkan adventure, I thought I should set the scene a little before launching straight into the Sofia travel story. Last Spring, Matt and I (yep, it’s Lucy writing) were in the distinctly un-fun final term of our degrees.
In a swirling mess of essays, presentations and the dreaded speaking exam, we decided that we needed something to look forward to once it was all over. And thus, the Balkan adventure emerged. I happily adopted the role of route planner, Matt was in his element finding accommodation, and before we knew it, we’d got a fully functioning travel plan.
Final term came and went (I refuse to spend any longer thinking about it), and before we knew it, we were packing our (really quite small) bags and leaving Warwick as WizzAir whizzed us to the bright lights of Sofia…