From the moment I arrived, I sensed a peculiar silence – not just the ordinary quiet of the countryside, but the kind that seems to hold within it the memories of centuries. 🙆♂️ I wandered through the ruins of what was once the capital, picturing the majestic palaces and fortress walls that must have stood here long ago. It's hard to believe that this very spot was the site of Bulgaria's first capital. The stone remains reminded me just how strong and resilient our nation has been from its very beginning. 🤌
What impressed me most was the Great Basilica. 👌 Standing before it, I felt utterly small compared to its scale. I tried to imagine what it must have looked like back in the day – filled with people, prayers, and light. I learned that it's linked to the Christianization of the Bulgarians under Boris I, which only deepened my sense that I was standing on ground where history was truly written. ✍️
As I walked along the old stone paths, my thoughts turned to Asparuh and the founding of the Bulgarian state. I imagined his warriors marching through these very lands, and how it was here that it all began.
My visit to Pliska wasn't just a walk – it was a genuine journey back in time. I left with a deep sense of respect for the past and a renewed appreciation for just how significant our history really is. Pliska made me reflect on my roots and value even more everything we've preserved through the centuries. A place like this can't be fully described – it has to be felt. 🫶
A small tip from me: wear comfortable shoes and don't rush. Pliska isn't meant to be seen in a hurry, but explored at a slow, unhurried pace. 😉
