Calls from Bulgaria—via Omaha
Finally heard from Drew in the middle of the afternoon yesterday. The caller ID said “Omaha” so I didn’t answer the phone. Telemarketing calls tend to come in with those locations. But it was Drew, and he left a phone number. So then I had to figure out how to call Bulgaria. Thank goodness for the good old Internet—I searched “International Phone Codes” plus Bulgaria, and was able to figure the mess out. But then the clerk at the hotel answered in a long string of words that I assume was Bulgarian. All I could do was blurt “Room 127,” and it worked. Drew was on the other end of the line.
He got there fine after the very long flight, and I could tell that he is really enjoying experiencing the foreignness of Bulgaria. As much as he has traveled, he has never been over the Atlantic, and this is all new.
We both remarked that this feels like old times: right after we met for the first time or two, he was gone for a long stint of field work, and we both spent time waiting for phone calls and emails. The yearning, waiting for the phone to ring. I remember that very well.
From Your Romance Coach, Kathryn Lord
