The Coffee in Bosnia is strong enough to stop your heart but it comes served ever so beautifully on these wonderful copper sets.Last week we played the Canadian edition of Canium with some American friends. We were out of play dough so we some soft cheese instead. Fun was had by all as the wine kept being poured.
Do these Ponchos look familiar? We discovered them at the Jenkins old residence. Thinking they were little fleecy blankets we look them home only to later realize their multi purposes uses. Now we make our guest wear them for warmth and style. Sorry little nieces you’re not getting these back.
2 comments:
Hey guys! The ponchos kill me and only you guys would come up with such a fabulous hospitality tradition.
Your blogs made me laugh & cry. Thanks Sandra for the great commentary and photos. I feel a little closer knowing what is going on in your new world.
We miss you like mad.
Erin xoxo - I love the wild green hat!
san-o-san!
oh, to have a knock-my-teeth out coffee with you on a sunny street in sarajevo! which would be stronger, though, i wonder? the coffee, or your suitably acerbic insights into my existential crisis of the day?
miss you, love you,
a.c.
ps. hi paul! looking good (as always)!
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