After a serious fright over my visa, we managed to leave Serbia without much damage done and at the end of March 2017 took a 12 hour train ride from Belgrade to Bar and found ourselves in a charming, mountainous, harbor town in a country named after a Black Mountain AKA Montenegro. An old granny in our cabin mistook us for siblings and told us not to worry about the long journey for when we reached home our mother would have prepared pigs legs in jello for us.
They speak Eva's native language here but it is much warmer and the vibe is infinitely more tranquil. Needless to say, we are both quite content to have departed Belgrade. The picture above is of a sign that reads proslave (which means celebration in Serbian) that we saw while leaving Belgrade.
They speak Eva's native language here but it is much warmer and the vibe is infinitely more tranquil. Needless to say, we are both quite content to have departed Belgrade. The picture above is of a sign that reads proslave (which means celebration in Serbian) that we saw while leaving Belgrade.
We are well aware nothing is permanent yet after moving 11 times since August of '16, we would love to settle for at least another month here amongst the mountains. The flat we are staying in has an exceptional kitchen and within the first week Eva already made rose fish, mushroom pizza, banana cake and cabbage turnovers. We got an incredible deal on the apartment here because we are staying during the off-season from the mass-tourist rush and we both enjoy the laid back environment and to be surrounded by nature is a joy to behold. All the locals wear track-suits and live leisurely lives. We walk around the harbor everyday. And yes, we are being responsible and have already reported our stay and paid the fees. More to come...
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