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.
Bridges are normally straightforward structures – sometimes quite striking. They’re built to span a physical obstacle, such as a body of water, a valley, or a roadway, and do nothing more than aid in the movement of vehicles and people.
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
Early next week we’re traveling by bus to Mostar, Bosnia, and because it’s in a different country, it takes a little planning. And as you might expect, we have some experience with this sort of thing, so we usually know how to proceed.
We turned the key to our most recent hotel room in Mostar, and the first words out of James’ mouth were, “Now THAT’S what I’m talkin’ about!”