Arriving in Mostar, Bosnia-Hercegovena was unlike anything I have ever before experienced. I thought I was prepared for what I would see. I wasn't. I have never seen a place so recently touched by war, and was honestly surprised to see how much of the front line here has yet to be rebuilt. There are crumbling buildings, and those riddled with pock marks from shellings. But this is a beautiful city too... full of life and wonderful people.
I have lots of stories to tell... stories about a bridge, stories about the people I have met here. When Bata, the brother of the woman who runs the absolutely fabulous hostel that I'm staying in, picked me up from the bus station, he looked at me and laughed, "Welcome to Bosnia", as we narrowly missed being hit by a speeding car trying to cross the street. "This is your first time in Bosnia?" When I replied yes, he answered, "Oh, this is pressuring... we have to make this a memory!"
Mission accomplished.
More stories (and pictures) to come. Off to Sarajevo tomorrow morning. Love. Love. Love.
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