“I feel like we are leaving on high note” I said to my travel colleague. The day before we got on the accordion bus and it was packed! A bunch of youngsters rushed the doors and the driver pissed off for obvious reasons. Moments later the bus slams on the brakes and several people fall. After the commotion everyone got up except one gal who obviously had an ankle dislocated. “Everyone off” and in the distance, wailing siren getting louder. The transport was for her, and later a guy said “oh ya I saw it on the news” huh?. The adrenaline pump we received from the ordeal was used up in the long walk. Today we went to a mall got nails, eyelashes, and a blow out. Taxi to dentist who came highly recommended. Once teeth cleaned (legit) it came to about 100 bucks for everything. The high note was meeting Adis,Haris, Dr Tarik and others who made us feel safe and comfortable. Tonight overnight train to Belgrade. Until the next time adios and goodbye.

Train from Mostar in 2.5 hours. All I knew about here was the Winter Olympics in 1984. There was plenty of snow as we got off train and I felt bad giving a guy stink eye when he said “ 10 euros” via Uber taxi, reading ahead of time can be detrimental as well as necessary because it can portray a place as dangerous. Sarajevo is Not! Hillside homes and narrow streets made more narrow by the storm a day before. Cats and cars have the right away and you better get out of the way quickly! Not a history buff like my travel buddy, I did receive an interpretation of what started World War I. The catalyst necessary for independence, the assassination of the Arch Duke Franz Ferdinand. Maritza whom I met in Split said “ you will love Sarajevo, the people there are Muslim, Orthodox and Christians, they are all nice” what is especially nice is walking in the city among churches, synagogues and mosques and hearing a call to prayer and church bells at the same time. You are right Maritza! Ciao

The Balkans.the Dalmatians the Croatians. I don’t know how they identify themselves but as get ready to board a bus I say Hvala. Onward to Bosnia with an opportunity to see what has been going on since 1995. The Adriatic Sea holds its secrets and Croatian history is steep in comparison. Simply it’s a beautiful country and with the implications I felt safe.

Approaching eagerly I look out the bus window to see a town I only read about. Taxi drivers and locals ask “ where do you stay?” Old town or the city. I look directly to travel partner and she says “old….” Limestone steps often steep and not uniform. Honeymoons are celebrated and Special gifts like a diamond placed in the middle of a credit card as a souvenir. The Romans,the Ottomans and Venetians created fortresses and walls to withstand pounding waves. Bells are heard throughout day and evening. I stop and listen and it feels very special to me. Exploring The Old Town is best served by a walking tour. Anything you want to know can be answered during those 3 hours. Futbol can be heard playing in most bars on the Telly. Construction guys have a soft spot for cats and the cats here are phat. Antiquity at its finest is one of the best parts of being here. Next stop the Golden Bruce Lee. Bok Bok

2nd Largest population, 200,000 out of 4 million live here Per walking tour Ivan points out the imperial palace along with military escort structures. The nuances of a developing language and discussion of who did what first. But it was Maritza who at 23 years old, told me her interpretation of both old and new. “ I was born after the War” . Free medicine for all but waiting for vision and dental you might choose private. The Kuna is now obsolete, so recent that stores still list both prices. “ I miss the kuna” the wallet was thicker and she saved some for sentimental value. “ You must have Burek in Bosnia it is not our dish” . “ you will like Bosnia there are Muslims, orthodox, different people living together….they are nice not like here” I disagree. She asked about Biden and smiled when she asked about Trump. A sheepish grin as though she knew what was happening in the states. “ It’s a big deal to go to Las Vegas and get married,maybe I’ll do that”. My teachers keep getting younger and Maritza you are Dobra!

Can’t recall last time I was on an isthmus. The Adriatic Sea and me have a connection, While in parochial school a kid used to call me “Adriatic”. And now we finally meet. Its low season here and historically the Romans, the Ottomans the Venetians all came and ruins remain. Walking tours provide a past present and future insightful interpretation of all that is Zadar. Predominately a Catholic country (Croatia) “92%” as stated by our host. Nikola Bašić designed the Sea Organ which makes the heart swoon. The Adriatic how I Zadore you!

Arrived day and half later than anticipated. Delays are part of the experience. Shuttle to downtown then a tram to hotel. Forget it I just wanna get to hotel. 57 euros didn’t sting but I knew taxi driver Alen was taking me literally and figuratively for a ride . Crisp cold bite of air 25 degrees greets your face. The city appears drab and austere. Then you discover 1 million people of Croatia 4 million population live here. I’ve changed my mind no facade I just needs to get out and walk around. Little fur babies with matching ensemble seem to outnumber larger dogs. Salty is the underlying base of most dishes and Croatia off season makes dining and getting around a cinch. First few days I enjoy the touristy stuff and miss knowing I’ve got six weeks of hikes ahead, instead of sleeping in and lounging.

57 anything is a lot. I hit these birthdays with a soft punch reluctantly accepting that I am running out of time. But I am fortunate to have a lifelong friend who loves to seek plan and execute escapes I could not imagine for myself. This time it’ll be the The Hike. The Soumela Monastery in Northeast Turkey. 3900 ascent and I think I’m ready. It’s during these hikes I think about what I’ve become and where am I going. I’m wrestling with the fact that the earthquake in southern Turkey will continue to need help and maybe I can talk my friend into getting there. As I sit in hotel cafe and people watch I am amazed how kind we treat each other in the simplest manner. Next stop Zagreb Croatia. Hope you join me if in spirit and I will do my best not to cry.

Nov 30 thru Dec 6th is the time people come to race outrigger canoe in what is known as the race in the most luscious backdrop ever. Canadians Aussies and Kiwis sprinkled with few USA (Hawaii Washington and Los Angeles “Go Makaha”) the world’s most beautiful lagoon according to Conde Nast. I sat outside last night. No phone so that I might absorb all the goodness of Aitutaki island like the Two hermit crabs racing on slightly coarse yet soft sand. Ripple of tides reflecting sun then moon in the sky. And feeling the way you feel after a good day. This race around the islands is 37 Km of warm water mushing. And teams getting ready, you sea a bunch of orange and gray shirts. No shirt no service. Color bands identify you team. And everyone sizing each other up. Pre game huddle reveals a few characteristics. Everyone says they are there to have fun and the minute race starts those same people become very competitive. Chase boats name after children. Exodus and Princess Annie. 3 hours of constant motion and some commotion then its over. I paddled like my life depended on it and we passed up 3 canoes. 12 boats total. We came in 7th which is better than DFL. Yeah I’m competitive too.

Celebrating My mom’s birthday in Spain. I take account of the nuances of everyday life and compare them to how I live at home. Today it is ice cubes. A fan of crushed ice, I find the giant tubular like cubes kinda interesting. Being Catholic, three cubes in any glass suits me well. “Everything in threes like the Blessed Trinity” as the birthday girl would says. As we venture place to place the cubes are consistent. 3 to a glass. I let my imagination wonder and yes the 3 is intentional. The ice surface area is optimal but crushed ice is quicker. I like the smoothness and visually, Spain’s ice in a glass looks masculine. Bold large rocks marinating in Bourbon. Looking in the freezer of our flat, same type of ice. Refinement in simple things brings me joy and feeling it quickly is bliss. If I was a mathematician the cube ice might tickle my notion that math does indeed rule the world. And a world without ice? I could only imagine.