Day before yesterday was a scheduled rest day - Section 7 requirement after 6 days of flying and conveniently, bad weather. Then we ended up with another weather day yesterday. Oddly, something on my mind wandering around town both days was peace. It’s weird because I’m not one of these pageant girls that goes around wishing for world peace or even thinking about it ever really. But, this part of Eastern Europe is one that most Americans would think of as “war torn” - my mother even asked before coming for the pre-euros last year whether it was safe to travel here ;-). Funny thing though is that the town of Krushevo feels so much the opposite to me. Although there are probably noticeable remnants of the years of war here, you don’t feel them. The vibe is incredibly, noticeably tranquil. Maybe it's the contrast with how I feel about the US right now and the nagging sense of insecurity with what often feels like constant mass shootings. I live in a town with almost literally zero crime. But, I’m honestly more afraid of violence nearly everywhere in the US than I am most anywhere in any other country.
Here in Krushevo, both last year and this year, I walk home from town alone many evenings, after dark, along an unlit road winding up the hill to the HQ hotel. The thought of being even slightly afraid doing that makes me laugh. At home, on the other hand, even in my small crimeless town, my mother makes me call her when I get home from riding my bike from her house to mine (a five minute ride) after dark.
Interesting our perceptions of what is safe and what isn't. Anyway, I enjoy the atmosphere of peace here. I enjoy the village full of happy tail wagging street dogs, gentle donkeys and patio cafes full out townspeople jabbering along in an indecipherable language.