We both heard the incessant mewing the moment we arrived for a picnic lunch at the park in Prilep, Macedonia. Dave suggested the cry came from a bird, but I knew that was wishful thinking. I was certain the noise came from a very young kitten. The sound intensified as we walked towards the dumpster. …
Immediately after crossing the border from Croatia into Bosnia, we noticed a marked difference in the attitudes of the drivers. They slowed and drafted behind us while we navigated down hairpin turns, patiently awaiting a safe place to pass. When overtaking, they offered plenty of room, allowing us to feel calm on the roads once …
I glanced up from lugging my heavy bike up the dirt path, which was caked with mud from the rains over the two previous days to see Dave sprinting down the hill with Sora trotting behind. When he reached me, he stopped to catch his breath, bent over, hands on his knees. “Did you know,” …