Saturday, October 31, 2009

Friday, October 30, 2009

the power of my tantrums or, i’m always in a good mood when you are

after 2 weeks in bosnia i find myself having a bit of a, shall we say challenge, adjusting to the abrupt change from summer in budva to winter in bosnia, sharing a teeny room with z’s mom and brother while we try to find a semi-affordable flat, not being able to get the food that makes my body feel good, and coming to terms with the difficulty in getting basic things – like medical attention for z - taken care of. so much of a challenge that i’ve thrown a temper tantrum or two after a series of particularly frustrating events.

so today, feeling unusually happy despite the fact that we are on a very long walk to an m:tel customer call center after our second day of spending all day trying to find someone to help me get internet access after the usb internet modem I recently bought stopped working after just 10 minutes, i looked up at z, who looked a bit pained and asked him “are you in a bad mood?” “what is a mood?” “you know, like happy, sad, nervous…” and with the softest eyes and most beautiful smile in the world, he said “i’m always in a good mood when you are.”

Monday, October 26, 2009

i sing the praises of kajmak

kajmak (pronounced kai-mak), the yummiest cheese ever in the world. z’s mom likes to buy lots of whatever kind of food that he tells her i like (and she happens to remember) when she goes to the market. this time it was kajmak. it looks slightly like small curd cottage cheese, but tastes more like england’s clotted cream. for those of you who have had clotted cream, you know what i'm saying!   mmmmm……

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

got my mind on my money and my money on my mind

the currency in bosnia is the convertible mark. the currency in montenegro is the euro. the currency of my country of origin – and thus firmly ensconced in my head as the measure of what i’m “really” spending - is the american dollar.

one of my many mini-theories is that if you’re always converting the local currency to your currency of origin, it sets up a dynamic where you’re always a visitor. so i stopped thinking long ago about what the cost of bread in montenegro, or the cost of eggs in bosnia “really” was in us dollars. so now i just think of 1 as 1. euro, mark, dollar – whatever – it’s just 1 monetary unit.

ok, so maybe in terms of the impact on my finances in absolute reality, that “a monetary unit is a monetary unit” thing didn’t work out so well for me in montenegro where 1 euro was "really" around 1.6 american dollars, but here in bosnia, where 1 mark is currently about 80 american cents, my theory works out really well.

and i definitely don’t feel like a visitor.

get yer ya-ya’s on!

the serbian world for egg is jaja, pronounced yaw-yaw. makes me giggle every time I hear it.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Monday, October 12, 2009

day tripping in bar, montenegro

bar, your basic centuries-old walled, fortressed city in the mountains
(i'm tired. it looks like it's going to rain.  do you think it's going to rain?  do we really have to climb around up there today?  i'm hungry.  i have to pee.  hey, are you taking a picture of me?..)

montenegro has had some pretty big earthquakes...

did i mention the mountains?

Monday, October 5, 2009

is that a vanillice in your pocket?

sweets from my sweet this mornng.  i wake up to a crackling noise.  z's just come back from his morning walk and he's pulling a small bag out of the pocket of his jacket. "hey what this? how get here? someone must put in when i walking by pekara*."

* that would be the the local bakery that makes amazing treats the likes of which i've never tasted in the states...

Thursday, October 1, 2009

the winding down

sigh. it's winding down. the angle of the sun, the ever so slight cooling of the water. and the grapes. look at them. they were once so full and fat and vibrant. now they're, well... winding down. sigh.