Having been to Bulgarian celebrations before, we knew we could be looking forward to good food, music, and many friendly conversations. The party officially started at 7:30, but Craig and I did not arrive until 8:15. Why? Because we have learned that Bulgarians are notoriously late for events like this and that it’s almost a matter of national pride. One woman even told us Friday night that it might be considered rude if you showed up on time for a party and disturbed the host in the last frantic tasks of preparation. Well, when we got there 45 minutes late, we were still early. Most people arrived around 9:00.
As expected, there was a large potluck buffet with a great variety of food. From salads to meats to breads and dessert, the meal was plentiful and delicious. Being German, I contributed a homemade Black Forest Cake. I used my mom’s recipe and the cake turned out great. I’ll never claim to be a talented cake decorator, but if you want something scrumptious and from scratch, I am your baker. The cake was completely gone by the end of the night, just the way I like it.
Of course, we met several new people at the party and were asked to retell our adoption story again and again. Bulgarians in the U.S. are very interested in hearing details about this topic as most of them do not have any idea how the process works. However, as they learn more, most are incredibly supportive and very appreciative because they do all seem aware that large numbers of children live permanently in their country’s orphanages. One woman even called us heroes and it was quite difficult to convince her that we are just ordinary people who wish to parent. Many Bulgarians are shocked that international adoptions take so long from the MOJ’s end, but attribute this fact to old bureaucratic habits dying hard and to the lack of funds available to the government.
As the night went on, the Opening Ceremonies of the Olympics were airing on a large TV in the background. I hadn’t quite realized how many different nationalities were represented at the party until the Parade of Nations which brought cheering at different times from different people and provided a gateway for finding out where everyone was from. Of course, most attendees were Bulgarian, but there was also one person from each of these other countries celebrating with the group on Friday: Tanzania, the UK, the Ukraine, Botswana, and Columbia. Add myself from Germany and we were a pretty international bunch.
The one thing that I didn’t expect from this celebration was to find myself dancing in a large circle of Bulgarians later in the night. I am not really sure when the dancing even started at all. The TV was turned off at some point, the lights were dimmed, furniture (some with children sleeping right on top and undisturbed) was moved toward walls, and music started to play. I saw one lone couple dancing one minute and the next time I turned around, there were a dozen people in a large circle just cutting a rug. A person standing next to me must have seen the surprise on my face and said, “In a few minutes, we will all be dancing.” I didn’t really think that this would include me, but when an ABBA medley came on, I couldn’t resist joining the ever increasing group of dancers. It was a lot of fun, people were completely relaxed and comfortable and very un-self-conscious.
Another thing we have learned about Bulgarians is that they like to get together and celebrate for special reasons or just because. When they do, they party hard and long. My husband and I knew that we would be the first to leave. When we said our good-byes around 11:30, everyone was shocked that we were headed home at such an early hour. Even so, we had a great time and are looking forward to joining the group for their biggest annual celebration on Easter Sunday.