There is something really charming in the old houses. They have their own history and have captured the memories of several generations. This one is probably more than a hundred years old. I found it during my little trip, which ended few days ago. It was exciting and full of memories. I was travelling by train across Bulgaria, I ate cherries from the tree, felt the aroma of garden flowers every morning, visited the rose-picking in the Rose Valley, walked around my favorite places from my childhood and met a good old friend. And last but not least... I survived incredibly long time without Internet and computer. Five days. Huh.