Eliza was a lively little lass, With bravery and beauty unsurpassed. At just four years old, so bright and bold, She set off for Bulgaria, a story to be told.

With Dad by her side and grandparents near, She explored the land without any fear. From sandy beaches to mountain peaks, Her summer was filled with exciting weeks.

The sun shone hot on her golden curls, As she splashed in the sea, chasing fish and pearls. Then off to the mountains, a kayak in tow, They camped on an island, where adventures could grow.

In a city so ancient, with history galore, Eliza danced through streets paved long before. The amphitheater echoed with her giggles and glee, As she imagined the shows of what used to be.

But all good things must come to an end, It was time to pack up and homeward wend. Back to England with Mum she must go, Leaving Dad behind (but not for long, though).

Before she left, Dad asked with a grin, "What will you miss most, my little pin?" Eliza thought hard, her face scrunched up tight, Then answered with words that shone so bright:

"I'll miss you, Daddy, until you come back." Her honesty left Dad's heart off-track. "But what about mountains, sea, and sun? The old town and all the Bulgarian fun?"

Eliza just smiled, wise beyond her years, And said words that brought Dad close to tears: "Tati," she said (that's 'Daddy' in Bulgarian, you see), "I make my own fun wherever I be!"

Dad hugged her close, his heart full of pride, For his little girl was joy personified. No matter where Eliza's adventures might lead, Her spirit would bloom like a magical seed.

And so ends our tale of Eliza's vacation, A story of love, fun, and imagination. Remember, dear readers, wherever you roam, Adventure and joy can make any place home!