I'm an Englishman in New York

Factually speaking, the blog title is as far from the truth as can be. I'm neither an englishman, nor am in New York, alas.

This doesn't mean, however, that I won't be telling you about a guy who says he's an englishman in New York, likes to send messages in bottles, and occasionally walks the fields of gold while he's watching you. Now I'm sure you know who I'm talking about: Sting! (a.k.a. Gordon Matthew Sumner). The relation to this blog? Well, he's British for one... and although his concert wasn't in London, I still feel the sudden urge to just tell you all about the concert and our trip to Nesseber.

June 11, Sunday, 11:00 a.m. (wow, I never really thought about how many 11s there were that day...) Katya, Vessi, Dad, and I got on my car and started driving down to the seaside where the concert was taking place. I was driving cause I'm a freak for it! 5 hours and 45 minutes later, we safely landed in Nesseber, one small town which was once known as a beautiful historic place, but has now turned into a crowded construction site, much like the rest of the Bulgarian seaside. Our hotel was (thankfully) not located in the middle of the construction grounds; we were actually staying at a hotel in a nearby smaller, much more quiet town. Katya and Vessi were in one room, while I was in a separate one which was perfectly fine by me. My parents were staying at another hotel in Nesseber. We got to our rooms, changed, and headed out to Nesseber to find something to eat. We came across a reastaurant which was apparently super popular in the past. Well, it was really bad now. First, the service took forever, and we waited for 2 hours before we got our last meals. Then the fish we ate wasn't even that good either... At least we had plenty of time to talk and enjoy a night out without our parents :) After the long and rather exhausting dinner, we went back to our town and hotel, watched TV for some time, and went to bed.June 12, Monday, 11 a.m. Good morning, sunshine! (Yeah right.. toooooo early!) We all woke up and fought our usual early-morning grumpiness. After a short breakfast, we headed to the miniature beach in town. The water was about 19 degrees Celsius (i.e. rather cold!) but we jumped right in and played volleyball until we froze, at which point we crawled out of the water and curled up in our warm towels on the warm sand. At least the sun was shining, so we didn't turn into icicles. About 20 mins after we had dried up, a cold wind blew in from the north-east; we headed back to our hotel and left for Nesseber at 4 p.m. We had a wonderful lunch in a great tavern. Everyone from ACS, as well as all parents and friends, were present at that special lunch/dinner. After that, we went for a walk around town and finally decided to go in the stadium where the concert was held.
There were so many people there! In the newspaper it said that more than 20,000 fans from all over the world attended the concert. Yes, we were lost somewhere in the ocean of people. It's at times like these that you wish you were at least 1.90 meters tall... As you can imagine, a girl of only 1.61 meters could only see heads and hands in the air, but no Sting whatsoever. I had to jump up real high to try and see the spot known as Sting. The good side of the situation was that I could at least hear what he was singing. He sang some of my favorite songs ("Message in a bottle," "Englishman in New York," "Fields of Gold," "Fragile," "I'll be watching you," and many more. I couldn't take any pictures, though, because no cameras were allowed at the concert (although a great number of Bulgarians had chosen to disobey the rules and were taking tons of pics with the cameras they smuggled in). I thoroughly enjoyed the performance by Sting... We were all singing, and dancing, and having a wonderful time! The concert started at 9 and ended at 10:30 p.m. Right after the party was over, Katya, Vessi, and I went right back to our hotel and tucked into bed, for we had to wake up at 6:30 a.m. the next morning.
June 13, 2006. It was super early. I drank a "Red Bull" and got in the car. We went back to Sofia right on time for the last school meeting when students say goodbye to all the leaving teachers. It was a touching and emotional meeting, which we wouldn't have missed for the world.

That was the official end of our trip to Nesseber. It was a memorable and fun trip, which only prepared us seniors for our upcoming Bulgaria trip (5 seniors traveling around Bulgaria by car, driving everyone crazy ;)