A growing list of what I miss.

Reeling back from the abyss. One of the less rosy days in the recesses of a neurotic psyche while on the road.

Holding office hours on The Hill of Roses in Novi Sad, Serbia

Stalked by Macho Man and his peacock strut. "Are we just a bunch of featherless birds?"and"Do peacocks really strut because they can't fly?

Litter respawning at Kalemegdan Fortress, and my imaginative clean-up quest.

She has a "funny sense of fun."

Beyond here, there be monsters...

Misadventures while running in the rain and being chased by a pack of snarling dogs

Blood sacrifice in Belgrade: A rite of passage.

Running into the golden hour of a Serbian sunrise.