I miss drinking Orangina while in the Balkans; it doesn't taste the same in Missouri and, again, I don't usually indulge.
I miss the way the 'Fugee's friend, A, slowly drawls out "Ma da..." even though I'm not totally sure what she's saying.
I miss the waiter's (at our favorite Croatian restaurant) singsong way of saying Moze...
I miss breakfast rituals with the 'Fugee and I even miss our dormitory-style sleeping arrangements.
Needless to say, I miss the sea and the seagulls.
I miss the way Europeans take an extra swimming suit to the beach then change into the dry one behind a towel.
I miss the way it's okay to touch people if you need to get by them or get their attention.
I miss people's trusting nature.
|#10 Leading the way to the Mirabella Fortress|
|The 'Fugee and Emina (who drove us up some really hilly terrain in a manual, wow).|
I miss the foragers.
|Mulberry Bushes, Sarajevo|
I miss the courtyard swing set in Omis and mixing up my various currencies. I miss the struggle of converting kilograms to pounds...
I'm ready to go somewhere again.