end of mandarin season, bittersweet.

the only redeeming characteristic of winter in bulgarian besides the occasional snowball fight and sledding excursion is the mandarin orange. not the little 'cuttie' crates of mandarin oranges you buy in america that have been picked green weeks before and ripened on a plane and then a truck. real fresh greek mandarin oranges with the green leaves still attached. i can tell that spring is approaching because the last two kilograms i bought were terrible. the mandarin season has passed which means winter as come to an end and spring has arrived. i just double fistpumped on one knee. i will trade in my mandarin oranges for a hot sun any day.