This past Sunday we got to Skype with my husband’s family who live in a village just outside of Čitluk in Bosnia i Herzegovina. Seeing them and hearing their voices made me miss them and the beauty of the country they call home. My husband’s father built a wonderful house there and now all I can think about is the time we spent there and how much I want to go back.
My father-in-law passed away in November of 2013, and his wishes were for his children to bring him home to be laid to rest in the family vault. Because of the timing of his passing my husband and his siblings thought it was best to wait until the summer to make the arrangements and travel to Europe to honour his request. So in July 2014 my husband and I with one of my sisters-in-law boarded a British Airways plane with WAY too much luggage and began our journey to Europe with a 1 year old…on my lap. It was a tough journey, but after 2 stopovers – one in London* which I will NEVER do again and the other in Finland – we finally touched down in Dubrovnik. From door to tarmac it was a 24 hour journey, but the moment I stepped off that plane it didn’t matter, I fell in love.
Even at the airport I knew I was in a breathtakingly beautiful place. I could smell the sea, and I was surrounded by mountains. The air was so clean, the sky so clear and blue and you could actually see the shadows of the fluffy white clouds as the passed over the mountains.
It was like I stepped into a world that I thought only existed in my head. Continue reading