Since our last post Masa and I have both worked ourselves into a regular routine of work and school, and as the academic lecture section of my program comes to a close next week, the mercury is pushing 30 degrees. Perhaps the end of lectures will not come soon enough, as it is more and me difficult to be inside when the weather is so amazing.
Earlier this spring we both suffered from a few ailments, spring colds and flu's, and unfortunately for me, one awful stomach virus. As a result, I did afford myself of the opportunity to check out one of the private clinics here in town, and to meet a hysterical, 74-yr old internal medicine specialist, who lives in our neighbourhood. I spent more then two hours with him during each appointment, in which he regaled me with stories of his life in Sarajevo, and of how "you are sick because our germs see you as a foreigner." (wink wink.) An amazing bedside manner, and confident in his English skills, even in medical terminology, he did take a few moments when it came to typing up the reports, exclaiming, "now please, you must sit in silence as I type this report. I must think in my language but type in yours." A large old man with massive hands, it was a miracle he did not smash the keyboard into tiny pieces, typing only with his index fingers.
Spring also allowed us an opportunity to hike into Lukomir, a remote mountain village that is normally cut-off from the world at least six months of the year due to the heavy snows at higher altitudes. You can check out the pictures from the Lukomir hike here. But a couple of my favourites are below.
We also did a trip to our favourite Croatian coastal city of Dubrovnik for the May 1st holiday (a traditional socialist worker's day), joining up with some colleagues and friends from Sarajevo.
