I don't believe it, though. There's nothing Easter-y about this weekend. Where's the kozunak?! Where are the red painted hard boiled eggs? Where are the crowds of hundreds of people holding candles and waiting outside cathedrals to crawl under the table at midnight?
Oh, wait. All of these things are back home. In Bulgaria. And moreover, they are about to happen a week from now, because Bulgaria is an Eastern Orthodox country. Please excuse me while I go and cry myself out of nostalgia.
Don't get me wrong, I am not too eager to celebrate the violent death and the alleged resurrection of a mythological carpenter, I just miss Bulgarian traditions so much. Easter in America is stupid with its over-commercialized rabbits and chocolate eggs in tacky baskets...
That's why I decided to boycott the holiday altogether. In an act of a protest I have decorated my home with plain white eggs and not much else.
On a more positive note, I am having a pretty good Saturday. John and I did the Farmers' Market trick, shopped for patio furniture, and washed the car together. We're both very excited for my Mom's arrival on Tuesday, mostly because after the initial courtesies are exchanged, we'll make her cook yummy Bulgarian meals for us and do our laundry. Haha.