Отдых в частном болгарском отеле. Rest in a private Bulgarian hotel.

We stayed with Nicholas last year. We booked a hotel by contacting the owner via the Internet. Without any prepayment, we were sent a booking confirmation for the embassy and a photo of the room at our request. Nikolai placed us not in the hotel itself, but, so to speak, in its "branch", which is located opposite the "central building" : ) It was a small 4-storey neat private mini-hotel of his "relative". The owners lived on the first two floors, and the 3rd and 4th floors were occupied by tourists, mostly ours. The hotel rooms are standard, bed-shower-TV-refrigerator-air-conditioning (extra charge) and a balcony with a plastic table and chairs. A cleaning lady came a couple of times a week, took out the trash, washed the floors. There was an electric kettle on the floor, in a small cozy courtyard there was a small electric stove and a barbecue, in principle it was possible to cook lunches and dinners, but we didn’t bother - we ate in cafes. Also in the hall near the stairs were umbrellas from the sun and bamboo mats for those who wished. In general, the atmosphere was very cozy and homely, and the prices for staying are downright domestic - 25 euros per day for a room in August and 20 euros per day in September (and you live almost in the middle of the museum). Those who arrived, like us, with their car, Nikolay provides free parking, though in the open. There are a lot of seagulls in the Old Town, so keep that in mind and stock up on a car cover; )
In general, I can say three words about my stay here: "An idiot's dream came true" : ) We used to stay on the "mainland", in the New Town and walk around Old Nessebar for hours enviously looking at the miniature balconies of private hotels on the streets of a medieval town. Now we also have the opportunity, going out onto the balcony with a glass of Mechanjiysko, to look down on the fussy groups of Japanese tourists : ) In general, I was satisfied with the stay, but for myself I concluded that next time I would stay in the New City. Along with all sorts of "pluses" and flavor of living, there were also "minuses" that annoyed me. First, it's a long walk to the beach. That is, the beach of Old Nessebar is nearby, but it is stone and pebble. Friends who came with us, lovers of diving and scuba diving were delighted, every evening telling what underwater "artifacts" they saw there and how far to swim to the remains of some kind of wall... We, alien to such "joys of life", had to daily for half an hour to stomp to the sandy city beach. Still, it's much more pleasant to spend 15 minutes on the road instead of 30 : ) Secondly - seagulls. They sleep on tiled roofs. The houses in Old Nessebar are low, often these creatures settle down just on the roof in front of your balcony and at 5 o'clock in the morning they start yelling in a voice that is not their own, literally. Local seagulls have learned to imitate the voices of other birds and animals. And here in the morning on your balcony, either the “dog” barks, then the “cat” meows, then the “crow” caws.
Opposite the entrance to our "inn" was a small grocery store, open until late. Surprisingly, the prices in it were no higher than the prices of the Mladost supermarket, and some goods were even cheaper. The owner of the store studied and worked in Moscow in his youth, he speaks good Russian and chatted with us in the evenings with pleasure. Also in this shop you can drink a glass of good coffee from a coffee machine.

I like to relax in Nessebar. On the one hand, it seems like "abroad", and on the other, everything is somehow native and understandable. There is practically no language barrier, local residents are happy to make contact and can talk for hours on topics like: "Bulgaria is a poor country in the European Union! ", Or "there are only scammers around - don't listen to anyone, keep an eye on things", or simply that "last year at this time of the year, the weather was mountain-a-a-a-a-a-a-better". And, then, it happens that the Bulgarian interlocutor squints one eye, looks at you and asks sternly: "Do you like Bulgaria? " "Of course I like it! I'm coming to you for the fourth time! " And the person blurs into a satisfied smile, proud of his long-suffering country. And you yourself are pleased that you raised the person’s mood with your answer, by 40% percent by commercials
. . . We left early, at 6 o'clock in the morning. The same "relative" came out to the gate - a wizened old woman in a black dress. "Leka torture! " she wished us and made the sign of the cross on the path. Thank you, kind, sympathetic, hospitable people! Happiness to you, sunny Bulgaria! Wait for us! We will definitely be back ; )