I feel like I’m in heaven. Granted, I may just be sleep deprived and drunk off of the rose petal grappa and home made wine our generous hosts just gave us, but really, I cannot at his moment imagine life being any better. The apartment we’ve rented is simply divine. The lush garden helps to ease the pangs I feel for my home garden. It is full of peppers, tomatoes, grapes, artichokes and eggplant. And so many beautiful flowers…bouganvilla and trumpet vine, geraniums and so many I do not know. There are olive trees and honeysuckle, buzzing with thousands of bees. George, Bruna, and Pero were so kind to invite us to join them for lunch. In a word: wow. Lettuce from the garden, a heaping giant bowl of fresh fried sardines that the kids ate by the handful, fresh cheese from the village they visited earlier this morning, and of course the booze. Turns out we have so many things in common, namely the love of preserving fresh, seasonal foods. They told us about the circa 1660′s house in which we’re staying, the war, their love of and eternal ties to the sea.
Really, I am in love. The kind of early, crazy love where you lose yourself in your lover, acting illogically, doing insane things like pledging to never ever ever leave your new beloved’s side. Perhaps this is simply what I am willing to happen, as so much toil went into planning this trip. Perhaps it is what I need to believe so that I can leave my babies for the longest stretch I’ve ever been away from them. Whatever the reasons, though, it doesn’t really matter. For, just as in any passionate love affair, I can feel the space in my heart being permanently carved out for these lovely people and this spectacular city. Tonight, I am thankful for Pero and George and Bruna and Vedran for welcoming us so warmly. The final leg of this journey into the great unknown is nearly upon is, and I will take better care of my Bosnian families knowing my own family is in this truly lovely place.