Midnight autobus to Sarajevo
The word of the day is: biriladj: def. panacea, something that cures all ills. Derived from Turkish. As in: Rakija je najbolje biriladj.
I got a lot of sleep on the night bus... except for the 12 smoke stops (where the driver had to turn on all the lights and jolt to a stop) and the border crossing, where all the stranac were marched off the bus to point out which bags belonged to us (zashto?!!!)
When we finally reached Sarajevo I got a warm and much appreciated welcome from Kojo and Miriana. We went home and I spent the day doing what I love best: eating lots of good food and trying to converse in Bosnian. (You know, Bosnian, that language I've been learning for the last month. )
Unfortunately Miriana's english has gotten really good, so my "total immersion" plans have been foiled. But we made a deal: this trip we speak Bosnian, and when they come to LA we'll speak English.
We went to visit Ana Klak and Mladen in town. They have a beautiful apartment.
I got a lot of sleep on the night bus... except for the 12 smoke stops (where the driver had to turn on all the lights and jolt to a stop) and the border crossing, where all the stranac were marched off the bus to point out which bags belonged to us (zashto?!!!)
When we finally reached Sarajevo I got a warm and much appreciated welcome from Kojo and Miriana. We went home and I spent the day doing what I love best: eating lots of good food and trying to converse in Bosnian. (You know, Bosnian, that language I've been learning for the last month. )
Unfortunately Miriana's english has gotten really good, so my "total immersion" plans have been foiled. But we made a deal: this trip we speak Bosnian, and when they come to LA we'll speak English.
We went to visit Ana Klak and Mladen in town. They have a beautiful apartment.
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