Today, I wish I was back in the mountains of Bansko, wandering through the snowy streets in my rubber boots, ducking into a traditional Bulgarian hole-in-the-wall for a carafe of lunch-time wine, and pretending like I know how to snowboard down a double black diamond like an expert (picture me rolling/sliding on my ass the length of the entire thing and when I say double black diamond, I actually mean blue trail).
I wish I was perched on our hotel balcony gazing up at the sun as it dipped behind the white-cap peaks and I wish I was sipping a $6 cup of hot cocoa while riding the gondola lift thousands of feet into the sky.
I wish I was standing in front of the window of the real estate office astonished at the fact that we could buy a property in the center of the resort town for the same price it would cost to buy a car here.
I wish I was walking into every little ski n' sport shop searching for a cozy winter hat before finally finding it in the perfect shade of french blue & neon green.
Bansko is a good place. Next time I'm there, I wish for a longer stay.