Danica Listes. I NEVER use people’s full names when writing in order to protect their privacy. However, this woman is the rare exception. I want people to know about her. Who she is. Where she is. And then, I want people to go to Solta, Croatia and stay at her apartment in Stomroska, her littleContinue reading “The woman who stole my heart”
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Fishing the world
“Touch your finger in this water and you touch the world,” Danica said, stretching her body over the side of the little boat we were in and sticking her fingers into the cool, clear water of the Adriatic. Katie, David and I did the same, leaning over the sides of the boat and dipping ourContinue reading “Fishing the world”
Living in technicolor
Growing up, I loved to watch “The Wizard of Oz.” Not just because of the story, but because of the colors. Each hue popped from the screen to my eyes, creating a world of colors that nearly existed in real life. Then, I went to Solta, Croatia. After an amazing night in Split, Katie andContinue reading “Living in technicolor”
Traveling the world to say “thank you”
There are some nights you can’t sleep because you are so excited for what the next day holds. Every night of my trip, that was my story. But, my last night in Brela, it stood true even more than usual. The next morning, Katie, David and I were boarding a bus up the coast toContinue reading “Traveling the world to say “thank you””
Goin’ down the ocean hon
I stood at the open window in my room, letting the fresh air kiss my face, taking in the beauty and majestic scenery in front of me when there was a knock on my door. “Yes,” I called, walking to open it. Greg stood on the other side of the door. “I’m closing the hostel.Continue reading “Goin’ down the ocean hon”
Brela, ela, ela
When I booked my trip back in January, I had strategically chosen Croatia as my ending point. Why? Well, at the time it was my favorite place in all the world. Until I was introduced to Spain. But, as Katie and I boarded our bus to Brela from Mostar, I couldn’t help but feel anContinue reading “Brela, ela, ela”
Touring the Mostar region
“Hi D!” Katie typed into Facebook chat as I sat at Madja’s Friday night. “I’m coming to Mostar tomorrow!” Sweet! “Cool, I will be on the tour all day — its 14 hours — so I won’t be back until late, but I will see you Sunday,” I responded. We chatted a little longer andContinue reading “Touring the Mostar region”
A sniper’s point of view
Aldina, a girl who worked at Madja’s Guest House, picked me up from Mostar’s bus station as the sun was setting. “Over there,” she said, pointing out the car window to a towering building with all of it’s windows blown out, “that’s the bank. During the war, Serbian snipers would sit in there and shootContinue reading “A sniper’s point of view”
Help from America
After four days of waiting (kind of) patiently for my iTouch, it arrived. The days were filled mostly with morning coffee with another American I met, Katie, walking around the city, grabbing a Coke Light or lunch at a cafe and writing, and then heading back to the air-conditioned common room at SA, watching “Scarface”Continue reading “Help from America”
Chasing Angelina
When I was purchasing my iTouch, the girl at the counter mentioned Angelina Jolie had been in town. She was meeting with people to film a movie about Bosnia. For a few minutes, the girl spoke of her disapproval about the film, saying she didn’t think it was right for Jolie to make a movieContinue reading “Chasing Angelina”
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