There is a thing that comes to my mind whenever talking about Bulgaria. It is called "boza" and I always join it with a piece of fresh "banitza". I like to walk down the street, enjoying my banitza and boza. In a way, it reminds me of home, in another way, it tells me so much about the country, its traditions and people. When eating what some people simply call "street food", images, memories of certain cities and towns come to me. A good reminder.