Thus Ends Winter Break

If there was a spectrum to measure activity, let’s say from comatose vegetable to overly adventurous mountaineer, I would have hit almost every point in between over the course of my winter break.  There were days when I slept until noon and proceeded to doze the day away, sprawled across my bed watching movies on my laptop.  There were also days when I woke up at an unreasonably early hour to venture on an adventure.  Most days, though, I worked out at the pool mid-morning with Emma, then spent the afternoon with friends.

One of the highlights of my break included SHAKE’s trip to Travnik.  We traveled about an hour and a half via autobus to this pleasant town in central Bosnia.  While there, we enjoyed coffee (several times), explored the ancient fortress which rose above the city, and ate a very traditional Bosnian lunch.  I scarfed down twelve čevapi (wiki description here) in the time that Savannah ate five, a fact in which I take excessive pride.  It was time to catch the bus back to Sarajevo surprisingly soon, and I slept almost the entire ride home.  Scroll down for some of the photos I shot in this gorgeous town.

I also celebrated my eighteenth birthday here!  That’s right, I’m officially an adult.  I can… vote.  And be responsible for my insurance.  Fun things like that!  In any case, I went to a fancy restaurant with my friends, and when we arrived at the reasonable time of 7 pm we were the only ones in the restaurant.  We got quite the individual attention!  The waiter even took our coats.  The place began to fill up about half an hour later, which relieved the awkwardness of being rather young people in a rather classy environment.  Speaking of class, the food was incredible.  I ate a dish called Serendipity, which was a turkey breast stuffed with feta, cranberries, a finely chopped olive and kohlrabi on top of palenta with a honey-chili sauce on the side (my mother is responsible for my ability to recite my meals down to the sauce flavors.  She has always made her children tell her what we ate every meal when we traveled without her).  IT WAS DELECTABLE.

This week, I returned to school.  Waking up early was definitely an unhealthy experience which I would rather not repeat, but c’est la vie.  I actually prefer a morning-and-daylight schedule to a sleep-until-the-afternoon-and-party-hard one, so it wasn’t too difficult for me.  I also made a new friend today!  I was sitting in the park with friends between classes when I noticed a very sweet-looking dog (it resembled every other mutt I’ve seen- the German shepherd/lab/everything else short-haired mix).  I waved him over to us and started to pet him a little, and when I turned away to continue my conversation he put his paws on my arm and looked at me with his big, brown eyes.  We all started to play with him then, and when we turned away he wriggled through the bench until he was actually sitting between Savannah and me with even his back paws on the bench.  He just kept inching forward until he was off the front of the bench, at which point he stood up and then lay down next to us.  I dubbed him “Django” a) because we had been talking about the new movie Django Unchained and b) because I love Django Reinhardt.  The name stuck, and hopefully Django himself will stick around!

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4 comments

  1. Anna, I read the Wiki description of čevapi; most included pork.
    Do most people/restuarants in that area follow Muslim diets?

    Also, it’s fun that you would name the dog Django – a good friend here in Tennessee has a labrador named Django (after Reinhardt of course).

    1. Hey Uncle David! Čevapčiči is usually made of beef here- and as far as I’m aware, the level of dietary restrictions varies from person to person. I have friends who associate with Islam as more of an ethnic culture and who don’t practice at all, I have friends who eat pork and drink wine but celebrate holidays and occasionally worship, and then some of my friends are very devout and pray five times a day and eat a halal diet. I would say most of the food here is beef and chicken, but I have eaten a lot of Croatian dishes with pork.

  2. “C’est la vie”. I see you’re learning more French as well. On your way to becoming tetralingual? Quadlingual? Whatever floats your boat. :)

    1. Yeah, you know me… Three French phrases, I’m definitely on my way to fluency!

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