When I was a kid, my family went on a hiking holiday in Bulgaria. We stayed in a tiny little village called Madjare near Borovets and explored the surrounding area; walking on trails, cycling, and when it got hot, paddling in glacial lakes/streams. I remember one particularly warm day, my dad, sister and I went for a cycle around the area and stopped at a little shop/cafe to sit down and have some ice-cream. Sitting there, with the sun beating down on me, with my massive ice cream cone, watching the world (and the occasional man with a goat) pass us by is one of my favourite memories. It was really the type of place where you easily lose track of time. I always thought it'd be a great place to live as an old guy.
I'm still a college student in Ireland, so for the foreseeable future it's not the type of place I could realistically move. I'd love to go back for holidays though! The Bulgarians around there were some of the friendliest people I've ever met, even despite the language barrier!