Somewhere In The Balkans

The months of June, July, and August were followed by "what to dos..." and "where to gos..." but I, having already put much more than my 2 cents in, developed a perfect strategy for blocking out the repetitive questions, I call it "screw it, just enjoy."


And that is precisely what I was thinking as I spent the days learning to ride carriages and every card game known to man,




going swimming in the river,















attempting to experience a church service (which will never happen again by the way) and exploiting my dad for his awesome driving skills.
















While the nights and small hours of the morning were spent in discos,




at my neighbor's house, at our village's bar or just driving around aimlessly, followed by sneaking in as quietly as a ninja until a much ninja-er frog scared the crap out of me, followed by a very noisy anti-alibi.