We never imagined that our trip to Bosnia and Herzegovina would be so pivotal.
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?
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.
“Bosnia is a world where East meets West, where minarets and church spires compete for your attention, and where the cultural tectonic plates of Islam and Christendom rub together.” –Rick Steves