We never imagined that our trip to Bosnia and Herzegovina would be so pivotal. We wrote several posts about our journey, and to our surprise and delight, on Monday we were Freshly Pressed for our post Indomitable: The Kids of Sarajevo.
In January I received an email from out of the blue. Although I recognized the name, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was from a man I’ve never met, but admire immensely.
One of my great joys of travel is discovering the souvenirs different countries and cultures promote for tourists. I love walking through souks and bazaars, poking around in the merchandise, and listening to the shopkeepers push their wares.
Isn’t it amazing how a photo can rivet your attention? This powerful image by Christian Maréchal captured a life-affirming moment in Sarajevo’s history. Our immediate thought was, How many of these kids survived?
After a spectacular train ride through the Dinaric Alps, we arrived in Sarajevo on a cold, wet, wintery day. It was the perfect weather for sitting inside, warm and dry, watching the sea of umbrellas flow by, and trying some great local food.
While wandering the streets of Mostar, Bosnia, two aspects became immediately obvious to us – one good, and one terribly sad.
Our bus meandered up the coast of Croatia and over the mountains into Bosnia. Or more correctly, I should say Bosnia and Herzegovina – the official name. The locals abbreviate it BiH, and I like that – or maybe just Bosnia.