Leaving Skopje behind, my journey to Sofia began, with yet another long bus ride. I was brimming with anticipation, adding another country to my growing Euro travel list. The journey, though stressful, prompted me to maintain a relaxed approach. Upon the bus's arrival past midnight, I found myself amidst a tranquil, dimly illuminated city, seemingly asleep, with deserted streets illuminated by faint lampposts. Transportation had come to a halt due to the late hour, prompting me to sprint to my hostel, to be spared from possibly spending the rest of the night in the streets. Exhausted but successful, I sought refuge in my room, the night's toll finally taking its toll.

The next day, I awoke to find Sofia veiled in dark skies, shrouded by clouds. The bare trees and gloomy weather did little to diminish the city's underlying beauty, though. I explored Sofia’s ancient streets, and hidden treasures slowly began to reveal themselves. From the grandeur of St. Alexander Nevsky Cathedral, with its golden domes defiantly shining against the cloudy sky, to the humble St. Sofia Church, whispering tales of centuries gone by, the city was a joy to walk around. The juxtaposition of the modern National Palace of Culture amidst ancient surroundings stood as a testament to Sofia's radiant spirit. Further exploration led me to the Serdica Amphitheatre, a window into the days of the Roman Empire, and the exquisite neoclassical Ivan Vazov National Theatre, bathed in the city's soft light. Enchanted by the Central Mineral Bath's colorful exterior, I watched and fed the area’s resident birds.

Going around Sofia, I had the time to reflect and self-evaluate, realizing how I have been trapped in mediocrity once more. Those Bulgarian Clouds were like the fog of indifference enveloping my recent actions, leading me to approach tasks with insufficient passion. This one particular project I managed to finish before the year ended, was a stark reminder of this struggle. It simply fell short of its potential due to my unwillingness to exert an extra effort. Clearly, I underperformed, by choice. This trip was an opportunity to unearth gems beneath overcast skies, like treasures concealed within us, we only see if we dare try. Sofia, despite the day’s momentary obscurity, presented an irresistible charm, mirroring the growth awaiting those who dare to embrace their passions and transcend mediocrity.

As the day drew to a close, I bid Sofia farewell including its persistent clouds, with the determination to break free from mediocrity's grasp. I wasn't going back to Lyon just yet, wanting to celebrate my birthday in a new, Nice place, instead.