Cappuccino in the mornings, but when night came only Bosnian coffee could do. In my imagination Sarajevo was "just another" European city. What a surprise then to find so much Turkish, so much Ottoman influence.
Walking into the bazar was like stepping into 1001 Night.......far, far from the modern malls of Western Europe.
Do I need to say what I prefere?
Coming to a new place, leaving your luggage at the hotel, the guesthouse, the flat or wherever you are staying, walking out in the afternoon. Openminded. Blank pages waiting to be filled. Watching åeoåle and life. Differences. Similarities.
Do I need to repeat that I love to travel........
