Last night I dreamed that I was planning to visit Bulgaria, probably for some conference. I did a trial run by train, but I didn't get very far into the country and turned back. A very nice Bulgarian lady explained to me a better route with a train map. I kept trying to find reasons to talk to her again.
The evil UK based tabloid press would say the EU has corrupted another English man, because he lusts after Bulgarian women rather than worshipping an English rose. It was a strange dream, but I will hopefully visit Sofia later this year. I follow my dreams.