Yesterday I came back from my annual trip to the mountains. I guess I'm homesick and I have to get over it soon or I'll be in trouble soon.:)This year I realised what the real meaning of "beautiful" is. I've never ever been in another thus magical and unbelievably beautiful place. I know it's not such a high mountain (2914 meters at it's highest (Vihren)) and stories that I've read are greater than what happened to me but when you are playing the leading star in your own journey you have the right to make the critcs first. No matter we follow tourist trails which we lose in times and get lost(our tracks are not that well marked when they don't follow the international trails, like almost everything in my country people don't take much care of it too ), walk in the dark, get soaked under the rain... it all seems magical and wonderful when you're in the hands of mother nature's mercy. :) We camped for three days (it's actually illegal to camp in the national park but we did  no harm and we actually set camp on places already used for the same purpose) and sheltered in the storm in a tiny cabin under the summit (Vihren) itself. It was a little larger

than a regular elevator (2 square meters to be precise) and it was a little cramped for the seven of us. I got a little midnight shower because t

he "roof" leaked. However, it was warm inside and I absolutely love situations like these when you come to kno

w the real price of everything around you. I was happy all the time, all the angusih and all the joy... I'm a pantheist and being that close to nature makes me spiritually enriched. This is why I found strenght in the little beautiful things that surrounded the tiring path, the little marble pebbles that sometimes shone in pink when the sun set, the flowers that stood out with their strong purple, pink and yellow colorsq won't mention the berries that always lifted our spirits.. everything around me was singing a beautiful song and I just couldn't help but listening to it all the time.. The tiny cabin was on a top of a hill just under the summit of Vihren and the hill itself was covered with sparsed edelweises... The edelweis is the pride of Pirin mountain and is the symbol of the Bulgarian Mountain Guard. It's soft as cotton and looks like a star. It's forbidden to be picked up but lots of stupid folks do it. I don't know what to say about the whole trip.... it seems as if I don't have the ability to describe it and all that I write is just some stupid words that can't even merely compare with the blaze of emotions I felt there...it's like another world up there and my world's speech is helpless in this moment...a song would have described it better... anyway these are some photos of the places we've been to..this photo in the bottom shows the exact size of the cabin(it's the little orange dot over the hill)