The Serbian Blues

I've decided that learning a language by speaking it is like trying to build a house and live in it at the same time. You can't use vocabulary without grammar; you can't use grammar without vocabulary; and mostly you end up doing a lot of swearing. People love to teach me swear words, though I try to avoid using them because I know how dorky foreigners sound when they swear in English.

There's another American here from Pennsylvania. Her fiance is Serbian and she's hoping to get a job here one day and relocate permanently. I don't think I could ever do that. Though I will miss waking up every morning and looking out on the Sava from my dorm room. And I'll definitely miss jogging through Kalemegdan. It's a park built around the old fortress. Running through it I feel like a kid on Tom Sawyer's island or something. There are a thousand rocky old paths and staircases and bridges to explore.