The Young Girl and the Sea

The road from my Aunt’s and Uncle’s house in Montenegro to the beach spiraled around the hills sparsely covered with yellowed weed and resilient and hardened Mediterranean bushes. The heat radiated from the asphalt and the crickets kept me in rhythm as I became aware of the smell I missed for years: the smell of [...]

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Montenegro Calling

I missed the opening ceremonies of the London Olympic Games. Just a few hours before the eternal flame was placed in its temporary hold, I loaded our bags into the seemingly insatiable innards of an air-conditioned bus, and we set off to a ten-hour ride to the Adriatic coast of Montenegro. Father, my two younger [...]

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