Jan 16, 2011

His fingers are thick but nimble, looping the black cord in quick practiced movements around the shimmering blue glass pendant. His pale yellow shirt isn’t all plain; maybe the bright orange flakes in the blue pendant are responsible for those washed out stains on his shirt. “Do you make all of these here?” My eyes dart from one Murano glass piece to

Stands selling oranges frequented the E73 road from Dubrovnik to Mostar. The border crossing from Croatia to Bosnia-Herzegovina was more a formality than anything else. After Nebo, my driver, passed back my passports, he declared that hostilities still lurked underneath the surface “Remember,” he said, “Mostar was shelled by both the Serbs and the

Regardless of what certain guide books indicate, visitors can walk the length of the walls in Dubrovnik without ever descending to street level. The walls are 1940 metres long and along the way there are five bastions, as well as three round and twelve square-shaped towers, built between the eighth and sixteenth centuries. I decided to walk clockwise towards