Leaving on a jet plane...
We've decided to go on a mostly-all-expense paid house hunting trip to the UK. Next week.
And we're going back to the U.S. for a week beginning December 23rd--delivering pupster Veli to Stu's parents for the duration of her rabies quarantine. (We all hate the UK for not being rabies-free and subjecting us to months of Veli-lessness.) This leaves us, what? A few odd weeks in Bosnia?
To combat panic, I've embarked on a radical retail therapy spree through Sarajevo. Trying to get those last minute odds and ends I always swore I would buy before I left. This would include filigree jewelry, carpets, and coffee sets. I also have music and movies on my must-own list. But I admit to doing pretty well on the movie front as I own much of what's been translated into English. For kicks and giggles, I just might buy me a blackmarket copy of Nafaka. I'm almost 100% sure it is free of English subtitles. Lucky me and my crap Bosnian.
I feel a little at a loss, musically speaking, but I've been curious about sevdalinka. So. I went on Amazon and searched for Mostar Sevdah Reunion . I figured the band was popular enough to be found on Amazon (it was) and that I might be able to listen to snippets of the music (I could).
And that's when I suffered my first Sarajevo/Bosnia withdrawal symptom. I listened to the song Mostarski Ducani (The Bazaars Of Mostar) and cried. It is beautiful, powerful, and totally Bosnian.
I gather the next few weeks will be hard.