Good morning from Bulgaria. It’s a quiet morning. Can one get yogurt from Bulgaria? Thoughts have been swirling in my mind, but now that I sit down to recall them, they’ve already slipped away. Such is the way of things. It’s a strange feeling. This motorcycle journey, in some sense, is supposed to be a journey inward, a chance to discover something about myself. And yet, I don’t feel like I’ve reached any great realization. I remember feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness at the beginning of the trip, as if I had been waiting for this my entire life.…