Coming from Long Island; a place that houses many restuarants, inns, and historic homes that proudly and often, inaccururately claim that “George Washington slept here,” I can appreciate the sentiment throughout much of Romania proclaiming some connection to Dracula.  Officially known as Vlad the Impaler for reasons I will get into shortly, the lure of…

The title of this post may be a bit deceiving as I am only really talking about Mostar and Montenegro; if one would consider that the Balkans.  After being physically and emotionally drained from my experience in the Srebrenica Summer University, I had a few days to myself to travel the region before heading to…

Before I begin to put down into words my reflection on the five days I spent camping and hiking in the hills of eastern Bosnia, I must offer the disclaimer that this is exactly that; my reflections.  I do not claim to get every detail of history correct or to offer a comprehensive history of…

After leaving Sarajevo this morning, I am currently sitting on a train heading to Mostar and trying to process the last ten days I spent attending the Srebrenica Summer University program.  When I first arrived in Sarajevo ten days ago, I was immediately won over by the charming cobblestone streets of its old town, filled…

…it seems like yesterday, and not so far away.”  These lyrics from Madona’s song, Isla Bonita will forever make me think of the tranquil turquoise water, the breezy beach side bars, and the desolate dirt roads I spent five days exploring with my best friends to celebrate my 40th birthday (a few weeks early).  After…