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Hi, I'm Rick Steves, back with more of the best of Europe.

This time I'm surrounded by Slavic culture...

it's Bulgaria! Thanks for joining us.

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Relatively unknown and underappreciated,

Bulgaria is a country I've long enjoyed

for the surprises it offers the curious traveler.

A crossroads of civilizations, it offers a fascinating story.

Bulgaria is a land of rich culture,

with a modern vitality.

Its capital has a stunning cathedral.

Folk traditions are alive and well.

A mountain monastery cradles Bulgaria's spiritual soul.

Craftspeople keep traditions alive,

and roses offer a fragrant harvest.

With glittering treasures from ancient tombs

and decrepit monuments to a difficult 20th century,

it's a surprising land where this means yes:

Da.

and this means no:

Ne.

In the southeast of Europe,

Bulgaria sits at the east end of the Balkan Peninsula.

From Sofia, we visit Rila Monastery,

head north to Veliko Tarnovo,

explore the Thracian Plain, and finish in Plovdiv.

Sofia may be the capital

of one of the poorest countries in the European Union,

but you wouldn't know it strolling

its vibrant boulevards.

With a million people, Sofia is delightfully livable.

It has an airy, open street plan...

fine old architecture...

lush parks...

and a relaxed pace of life.

The city is named for "Holy Wisdom,"

represented by this statue of Sveta Sofia.

She proudly tops a column marking the center of town.

Because of its strategic position,

Bulgaria sits on layers of history.

From ancient Greeks and Romans to fearsome Slavic warriors,

from Ottoman pashas to Cold War communists,

each left its mark.

In this town, any where you dig,

you find ancient ruins -- bits of Roman Sofia.

Preserving its rich heritage is a priority,

and the city's infrastructure

is built around its archeological treasures.

Every day commuters walk by reminders

of Sofia's distant past.

Bulgaria's complicated history has made it a melting pot.

And with its ethnic diversity came different religions.

Here in Sofia, within a few steps,

you've got mosques, churches, and a synagogue.

Most Bulgarians -- like Russians and Greeks --

are Orthodox Christians,

and the Orthodox tradition stretches

from here far to the East.

And this mosque survives

from five centuries of Ottoman rule.

Today, one in every ten Bulgarian citizens is Muslim,

whose ancestors came from Turkey.

A block away is one of Europe's largest synagogues.

Bulgaria was one of the only countries in Nazi territory

that refused to turn its Jewish population over to Hitler.

None of Bulgaria's 49,000 Jews

were deported to concentration camps.

I'm joined by my Bulgarian friend

and fellow tour guide, Stefan Bozadzhiev,

who's my teacher

for all things Bulgarian -- including

some fun little insights.

How many springs in Sofia like this?

-We have more than 40. And this is just one of them.

-And the people, why do they like this so much?

-Because they'll have eternal life if they drink it.

-So, this is healthy water, then?

-Very healthy. Try!

-It's warm...

-Yeah... -It's mineral-y...

-Yes, a little bit sulfur, probably?

-I'm feeling better already. It's nice.

-I see it in your eyes!

-Sofia prides itself on its mineral springs,

which attracted the first settlers

here in ancient times.

And to this day, these perpetually flowing water taps

are appreciated by the locals.

And the city even has an actual yellow brick road.

These bricks were a gift

from Austria's Emperor Franz Josef,

who, after what must have been a muddy visit in 1907,

wanted to encourage Sofia to pave its streets.

The bricks lead to Sofia's cathedral,

one of the largest Orthodox churches in Christendom.

It's the only national church

I can think of that's named

for a sainted military hero of a different country:

Alexander Nevsky of Russia.

The Bulgarians feel a Slavic kinship

with Russia -- which, in 1878,

helped liberate them from centuries of Ottoman rule.

This church was built to honor the Russian soldiers

who died to free Bulgaria

from the so-called "Turkish yoke."

Russian architects designed the church

with a mix of Russian and Neo-Byzantine styles.

Its cascading gold and copper domes

are striking from every angle.

Inside, you're immersed

in the glow of Orthodox tradition.

Walls glitter with gold and silver icons,

all from the early 20th century.

Worshippers show their devotion

with the help of sacred images.

The elaborate marble iconostasis

separates parishioners from the main altar.

It's lined with saints,

including the church's namesake, Alexander Nevsky.

The faithful light candles to help power their prayers:

lower-level candelabras are for the deceased;

higher-level ones represent prayers for the living.

Sofia has lots of sprawling parks,

offering apartment dwellers

a green and inviting space to hang out.

And many of the parks come with heavy reminders

of a tough 20th century.

After World War II, Bulgaria ended up in the Soviet Bloc.

Even though Bulgaria was famously docile

under Russian rule,

life under communism wasn't easy here.

And today, while enthusiastically part of the EU,

Bulgaria still wrestles with its communist legacy.

Although the communists are gone,

their architectural heritage still looms large.

At Sofia's main intersection,

today's parliament offices

fill the Stalinist-style

former Communist Party Headquarters.

All over Bulgaria, controversy swirls around

crumbling communist-era monuments -- like this one.

Should they be allowed to stand,

or should they be torn down?

Many have already been removed and are displayed here

at Sofia's Museum of Socialist Art.

In this garden of communist propaganda, Lenin,

who once topped the main pillar

in the center of town, still faces the storm.

The red star, which for 50 years

capped the city's grandest edifice,

no longer inspires.

And Georgi Dimitrov, the "Bulgarian Lenin,"

is simply ignored.

Today, these statues seem to preach their outdated ideology

only to each other.

We're driving deep into the mountains south of Sofia.

The peaceful beech forests seem a world away

from the big city.

Finally, we reach Rila Monastery --

fortress on the outside...

spiritual sanctuary inside.

Within its walls, you feel

something special-both sacred and timeless.

Founded in the 10th century,

Rila Monastery was a stronghold

for Bulgarian faith, language,

and culture during nearly 500 years of Ottoman rule.

And today, it remains the country's

revered national treasure.

This beautiful place has been a holy site and refuge

for over a thousand years.

The monastery is still home to a handful of monks

who host both tourists and pilgrims.

This bell tower, the oldest surviving part of the monastery,

served as a final refuge in case of attack.

The iconic church is surrounded

by a graceful arcade.

Under the arcade vivid 19th-century

frescoes depict Bible stories,

peopled by angels and devils,

saints, and sinners.

Here's St. John of Rila,

who, seeking a hermetic way of life,

founded this remote monastery in the year 927.

These scenes shows the 40 days of trials

your soul goes through after death.

A guardian angel accompanies the soul --

represented by a small child --

through a gauntlet of temptations.

This place feels so venerable. Did you come here as a child?

-Yes -- actually, many times with my family.

It was a favorite destination.

-So, why is Rila so important to the Bulgarian people?

-Because actually our most favorite, most beloved saint,

St. Ivan Rilski, was buried nearby.

-Okay, so, this is, like, you could say,

the Jerusalem for the Bulgarian people.

-Absolutely. The heart of every single Bulgarian

belongs to this place, belongs to this monastery here.

-You come here and celebrate Bulgaria.

-We celebrate Bulgaria and the Bulgarian spirit.

-Driving across Bulgaria,

traffic is sparse, roads are good,

and -- since we're here in the spring --

everything is green and fertile.

Our next stop is Bulgaria's medieval capital,

Veliko Tarnovo.

One of Europe's most dramatically set cities,

it winds through a misty gorge

at a sharp bend of the Yantra River.

The town is shaped like a natural amphitheater.

It's more vertical than horizontal,

with a mix of blocky modern construction

and traditional Bulgarian homes.

The ruins of its fortress are a reminder

of the city's importance 800 years ago.

They mark the site of the heavily

fortified headquarters of a long-gone Bulgarian kingdom.

This towering monument commemorates

that vast and mighty realm.

It was ruled by the Asen dynasty.

According to legend, the Asen brothers planted

a sword on this spot

and said, "Here shall be Bulgaria."

This was a golden age for Bulgaria --

the 13th and 14th centuries,

when its empire dominated the Balkan Peninsula,

and stretched all the way to Ukraine.

Today's locals have different aspirations.

And a walk along Veliko Tarnovo's crafts street

reveals a thriving folk culture with opportunities

to watch artisans at work.

Rumi carves with a keen eye.

Rashko paints icons with a delicate touch.

Nina skillfully turns clay into art.

Meanwhile, her son finishes each piece with patterns

that go back centuries.

[ Hammering ]

Todor the silversmith --

with his strong hands and distinctive technique --

transforms strips and strands of metal

into exquisite jewelry.

And, nearby, a folkloric dance troupe shares

their traditional music.

[ Singing in native language ]

Leaving Veliko Tarnovo,

we cross over the Balkan Mountains.

At the top of Shipka Pass,

a memorial marks the site where, in 1877,

a combined Bulgarian and Russian army

finally turned the tide

in the battle against the Ottomans.

This pivotal battle led to the eventual demise

of the Ottoman Empire

and to the creation of the modern,

independent country of Bulgaria.

Down in the valley, golden domes mark Shipka Church,

which honors the sacrifice

of those Russian and Bulgarian troops.

Built by Russia a century ago,

it's a fine example of the exuberant "Muscovite-style."

Capping a nearby ridge, miles from anything,

is one of the most bizarre sights I've seen anywhere:

Buzludzha, an abandoned monument

to the Bulgarian Communist Party.

This gigantic conference hall was built in the 1980s,

in the waning days of communist rule.

With the end of the Cold War

and the arrival of capitalism, it was abandoned.

Today, the lyrics of the international communist anthem

are literally falling off the walls.

And graffiti makes it clear who won the Cold War.

Venturing inside, we discover an eerie,

crumbling world of vandalized propaganda,

a roof that's barely held up by its hammer and sickle,

and disintegrating mosaics -- once so proud,

and now just an artifact of a failed system.

The Thracian Plain,

defined by Bulgaria's two major mountain ranges,

was a busy funnel of trade throughout ancient times.

Four centuries before Christ,

back when Socrates and Plato

were doing their thing in Athens,

about 300 miles to the south --

Bulgaria was known as "Thrace."

The Thracians were an impressive civilization.

We've learned a lot about them through their tombs.

Thracians buried their royalty in distinctive,

dome-shaped tombs that were covered in earth.

Dozens of these tombs

are scattered across the valley,

along with hundreds of decoy mounds

designed to fool grave robbers.

Buried deep under those piles of earth,

the tombs were impressive engineering feats

from 300 years before Christ.

And this replica tomb demonstrates

how even in the afterlife,

the deceased would be surrounded

by comforting images.

So, what do we have?

-We have the Thracian king who is buried here

and the royal banquet with the gods,

musicians, servants, horses.

And on the top of it, we have races with chariots,

which is a part of a funeral procession.

-Tombs held a trove of golden treasure,

now displayed in museums throughout Bulgaria.

This bronze head of a powerful

king humanizes those ancient Thracians.

This region is also called the "Valley of the Roses."

And we're here just in time for the rose harvest.

[ Singing in native language ]

Vast fields of roses bloom overnight.

Workers rise before the sun

to quickly hand-pick the new blooms.

They need to work early,

before the rising sun evaporates the essential oils.

While the fields smell sweet, the work is hard.

At the distillery, millions of blooms are quickly unloaded.

Freshness is critical.

The bags of roses are stacked high

before being dumped into the stills.

So many flowers and so much hard work.

The essential oils evaporate, then re-condense...

like fragrant moonshine.

The payoff: a wide variety of rose oil products,

appreciated both abroad and at home.

Kazanlak, the main town of the valley,

is especially festive in May.

And we happened to drop in on a national holiday.

It's the Day of Slavic Culture.

Throughout the country, school's out and people are celebrating.

Like much of the Slavic world,

Bulgaria uses the Cyrillic alphabet.

And today, flowers are laid at a monument

to Cyril and Methodius,

the missionary saints who invented the Cyrillic script

to help introduce Christianity

to the Slavs back in the 9th century.

It's a great excuse for a parade:

a celebration not only of their alphabet,

but of the Bulgarian language and culture in general.

And it seems the entire town has turned out for the event.

Our final stop is Bulgaria's most enjoyable city,

Plovdiv -- with a history going back centuries before Christ.

From its ruined acropolis,

it's easy to see the hills

upon which ancient Plovdiv was built.

In the fourth century B.C., it was called Philippopolis...

the "City of Philip" --

he was the father of Alexander the Great.

Centuries later, the Roman Emperor Trajan

built this 5,000-seat theater.

The stage wall is mostly intact.

The stony seats are etched with their original numbers.

And the functioning theater

remains a part of the community to this day.

On the surrounding hillsides,

Plovdiv's atmospheric Old Town

is a showcase of delightful buildings from the 1800s --

a time when the ruling Ottoman Empire was in decline

and Bulgarian cultural pride was on the rise.

The style: "Bulgarian National Revival."

One of the finest examples is open to the public.

Hindliyan House was decorated

to the taste of its merchant owner.

Elegant in its day, it still feels lived-in,

with opulent seating rooms...

fine furnishings...

even a rose water fountain.

Souvenir wall paintings show off

some of the merchant's far-flung business travels,

from Stockholm to Venice.

Nearby is a museum celebrating the work

of the Bulgarian artist Zlatyu Boyadzhiev.

Boyadzhiev -- this is a self-portrait

with his wife -- was already a well-established artist

when his health took a terrible turn.

In 1951, he suffered a stroke,

which made his right hand useless.

But that didn't stop him.

He picked up the brush in his left hand

and learned to paint brilliantly

in a completely different style.

Over the next 25 years,

he reveled in bright colors with a childlike exuberance,

slapping thick,

Van Gogh-like brushstrokes onto the canvas.

Boyadzhiev's best works feature

timeless slices of peasant life:

Back in pagan times, people prayed not in temples,

but under trees.

Locals sit around a public fountain

sipping glasses of wine.

Peasant women cluster around a fire,

knitting as they eke out warmth.

A fattened pig is slaughtered as townsfolk gather.

The importance of community is celebrated --

and each weathered face tells a story.

It's dinnertime, and Stefan is taking us out

for a meal of updated Bulgarian classics.

Prices are low here, making even a splurge

like this surprisingly affordable.

So, what is this drink, then?

-This is a traditional Bulgarian drink,

and it is called "rakia."

-So, it's unusual for me to have the firewater with the salad.

Is that typical in Bulgaria?

-It's very traditional in Bulgaria.

And we sayNazdráve!

-Nazdráve! -To your health.

-To your health. Nazdráve!

You like it? -Yes. Yes, of course.

-Now, this is funny in Bulgaria --

you went "yes."

-Yes, of course. -It's confusing

for a tourist because we go "yes,"

and what is "no"? -Ne. Ne.

-Ne. So, "no" -- -Yes.

-Da, ne. -Okay.

Stefan, can I have another sip of my rakia, please?

-Ne. -No?

[ Laughter ]

As the second course arrives

it's clear that Bulgarian cusine

is a tasty mix of the many cultures

that have influenced this country.

You know, this is, frankly, more interesting

than I would expect --

when you go to "Eastern Europe,"

you think of potatoes, kraut, and heavy meat,

but this is -- it feels more Mediterranean.

-Yes, actually, you're right --

Bulgaria is a crossroads of civilizations.

Between the north and south, east and west.

-You got Mediterranean, so it's a little bit of Greece,

a little bit of Turkey, and a lot of Bulgaria.

-And a lot of Bulgaria.

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-While most tourists stick to the cobbled old town,

modern Plovdiv has plenty to offer, as well.

Just steps away is the vibrant

and fun-loving corner of town

called the "Mousetrap."

Newly revitalized, this artsy district

is where foodies and creative young people congregate.

Thanks to some progressive policies,

the graffiti in this neighborhood seems to add to,

rather than detract from, the ambience.

In Plovdiv, as in many European cities,

local leaders understand

that buildings are going to be tagged anyway.

Their pragmatic solution?

Commission only the best street artists to create art,

rather than eyesores.

Plovdiv is a city with many personalities,

built upon layers of history:

Under the 14th-century Ottoman mosque,

they've excavated an ancient stadium.

And these ruins have been artfully integrated

into 21st-century life.

They kick off Plovdiv's liveliest pedestrian boulevard,

where people promenade in style, past inviting parks

and sidewalk cafés.

At this crossroads of civilizations,

today's Bulgarians have blended old

and new into a culture distinctly their own.

Bulgaria is a great place to travel.

A place where East and West mix harmoniously.

The result: a land that's both exotic and fun to visit.

Thanks for joining us. I'm Rick Steves.

Until next time, keep on travelin'.

Da. Ne.

Da. Ne.

Girls: -Da. -Rick: Yes. Girls: -Ne. -Rick: No.

From that so-called Turkish yoke.

-This is the royal dome here.

-Ow. I hurt my head. Let's try again.