A very smiley round little nun came out of the convent next door and enthusiastically let us in to the church. She had lots of great things to say to us, though all of it was in Italian, a language that we don't know. She seemed to believe that we should.
Priştina is appropriately proud, Prizren, an impressive prize... (Balkan peregrination, part 1) November 15th 2008 In retrospect, I guess it's a good thing that I still haven't learned how to say "no." When Matt asked me to join him for a visa run to the Balkans, my one condition was that we go as far as Kosovo. The time-spent-on-buses to overall-duration-of-trip ratio was ridiculously high - read: 4 nights on buses, 2 nights in actual beds, and no less than six border crossings. Although it was grueling, i ... read more
