The most confusing Easter of my life in the best possible way

On the first Easter day, I learned that apparently in the Bulgaria and many other countries have tradition where people are fighting with the painted eggs to find out who has the strongest one. This was something I had never even heard of. I took a part in the first egg fight of my life and lost but it was still a nice experience. Even though the fighting was actually just beating two eggs together at the time to see which one is stronger and not a one big fight were everyone were hitting others eggs at once until only one is unbroken like I had first imagined.

Later on that day one volunteer made some traditional Bulgarian food and I made some salads and we had some interesting guests to eat and talk with. It was nice day even though it was a bit sad also because it was my last day with the one volunteer whom I had shared a room with in one month and who had helped me a lot with everything.

On the second Easter day, the French choir Polyfemna visited the Vegetarium for the lunch. We had cleaned and prepared the summer kitchen for them and it was nice to see how their energetic and talkative spirit fulled the place. The choir sings songs from many countries in different languages. At the one moment, when they heard that I’m from Finland, they told me that one of the songs they are singing is actually Finnish and started singing this purely magical old Finnish witch song which I had never heard before. That was one of the weirdest and the coolest moments that I have experienced in Vegetarium and honestly even in my life.

In the evening we went to their concert to the Cerovo. Before their performance, we saw a lot of singing and dancing performances shown by children and teenagers who were dressed in traditional Bulgarian clothes. For me it was very interesting glimpse of the Bulgarian culture. The choir performance was very unique and beautiful combination of the playfulness and harmony. Also it was very nice to hear them singing the Finnish witch song again now with props. And even though the lyrics were old Finnish language, I could still understand some of them.

Juulia