Hiarcuts and Heels

These are only the first set of stairs we have to climb
Would you trust this man with your hair? This street is very narrow, the tram comes wizzing by. Lovely on sunny days

In our corner… finally snow in Bosnia, we were openly crossing our finger for enough to fall so that we can have a snow day, but alas and alack global warming yet once again beat us to the punch. Everything has almost melted, and the roads are quite drivable.

Paul and I are trying to get in shape. Hopefully all the stairs we have to climb will help the cause. If anyone has any suggests for us regarding work out idea let us know. My personal goal is to get more active. Being in Blagovac I found we drove everywhere, and since we are now in the city we hope to park the car when we get home from work and actually get ourselves moving. January is almost over and I keep wondering where the time is going. We are back on trying to figure out what to do next year mode, which can be a bit stressful and daunting.
Tonight we are joining our friends the Teichows for a Men in Back night, which will consist of eating chili and popcorn and watching- you guessed it-Men in Black.

Tommorrow, I am heading for a much deserved hair cut and colour. I must say I am starting to look a bit like a ragamuffin so I’m pumped. My hair dresser speaks English well enough and seemed to do a good job last time on my cut. The colouring, however, makes me nervous since there are so many women here in Eastern European Apple Reds and Purples on their head. When did I get so square?
One of the things being here that I miss, which I missed quite a bit in Korea as well, is the lack of subculture. Everyone kidda looks, dresses and behaves relatively the same. No one stands out in bright colours, or eccentric garb. There are no punks, no hippies. Very homogonous and proper. The women also seem to really care about how beautiful they look. No one leaves the house without their high heels and fur coats. Well exept for Ms. P that is.

New Pad

The front room
The sitting room
The dining room and kitchen

The view from our windows

Paul and I, after a bit of a rough ride, have finally moved to downtown Sarajevo. We found a place last Thursday and were fully moved in by Friday night and entertaining in our new digs by Saturday. The beauty of being transient is that you live you life rather minimally, therefore it was not too stressfully of a move. Our new place is an apartment on top of Sarajevo overlooking the city. The view is amazing and the place itself is lovely, clean and fully renovated. We plan to have buns of steel as there are, what feels like, 1000 steps to get to our pad from street level.
There is something about moving that gives one such rejuvenation and a new perspective on things. All weekend there was sun and unseasonably warm conditions which inspired me to go on a picture taking craze. Sarajevo is so beautiful in the sun and there are so many interesting details among the “garbage and the flowers”.

Louis and Ludwig

Blinded by the swift sharp advertising of Louis Vinton in most major cities, I could not bring myself to step into their glossy interiors in my pauper's brown padded jacket from last seasons' Canada sheik collection at Jacob... Connection. Instead we chose to visit another Louis's house, mad king Louis that is. His claim to fame- building the castle that Disney would replicate in several of it's cartoon's and eventually Disneyland. King Ludwig's ( I think that's Louis in German but I may be mistaken) castle is nestled in the alps upon a menacing mountain, and has features such as rooms devoted to swans, Wagner, and an indoor grotto. Our goal is to clear up Ludwig's name and drop the mad and replace it with gay. The fabulous king never married and died mysteriously while boating on a lake with his doctor. I want a swan room, I want a swan room!

Kitty trucks on

Now that we are back the journey across Europe in dear Kitty La Rue seems so distant. So many kilometers were traveled in that little cat in such a short time. Back home one would never dream to head on such an absurd journey as driving to from Edmonton to Vancouver back to Edmonton, and then to San Francisco and further still and then back.Paul is the one oriented with actual distances and numbers, and of course his analogy would include more of an Eastern Canadian example.

We continued on to Vienna where we found much joy in contemporary art and the “Christmas Market” full of steaming hot mulled wine to get through the cold winter days. In Salzburg we found the world’s largest egg store, which sold thousands of hand decorated eggs. In Munich, we of course drank beer, and stocked up on Korean food staples at a little Korean shop across from our hostel, where we slept cozily on wooden Ikea bunk beds.