Our crowded bus rolled across the undulating plains north of Belgrade, Serbia, on its way to Subotica. We were looking forward to the city’s Art Nouveau architecture, but unlike us, most of the other passengers onboard could expect nothing more than an uncertain future and the dream of a better and safer life in Europe.
In all our years of travel we’ve learned that no matter where we are on the globe, we can rarely predict what’s going to come out of a child’s mouth … especially if we’re holding a camera. And there’s the joy.
One of the best benefits of blogging is the people we meet. And this past year we’ve met so many of you – both virtually and in person, at home and abroad. What a joy!
She was born Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu in 1910 in Skopje, Macedonia (then Yugoslavia) to parents Nikola and Dranafile Bojaxhiu. At the age of 18, Agnes found her true calling and became Sister Mary Teresa – a name you perhaps have heard, but which still may have little special meaning to you.
The refugee crisis in Europe has dominated international news for weeks, and with good reason. Britain’s Guardian newspaper is calling it the worst refugee crisis since WWII.
I’ve always been a relatively active person, but I must admit, that my inner slug rejoices and I’m a wee bit jealous every time I see someone kicked back takin’ it easy.
“What, sir, would the people of the earth be without woman? They would be scarce, sir… almighty scarce.” ~ Mark Twain ~