One more week left in Sofia: a few mornings to run around town collecting souvenirs, do laundry, and get ready for our departure; a few afternoons gallery sitting and documenting the exhibition; a few more evenings having farewell drinks with some of the wonderful artists we’ve met here. We know just enough Bulgarian now to get by, we can order food in restaurants without worrying about accidentally ordering tripe soup. We can almost navigate the city without getting hopelessly lost and we are even starting to bump into familiar faces on the street. So, of course, it is time to go.