I’ve had many friends and family members ask about my day-to-day life in Kosovo. All I can say is that life here is basically the same as it is in the States. You get up, get ready for work, eat breakfast and head out the door. After work, you make your way home, figure out what you’ll eat for dinner, relax a bit and crash. Sound familiar?
|The mosque across from my apartment.|
Another advantage is that since this particular mosque is in the “being built” stage, it serves as a landmark. All I have to say is, “You know where they’re building that new mosque in Matiqan?” (pronounced mah-tee-chaun) That’s how people find my place.
|Need I say more?|
My meals? I usually have an egg for breakfast with some fruit. Pretty much the same as I always do. Of course here the eggs are fresh from the farm and the fruits are freshly picked daily as well.
|These horses make a daily trip by my apartment.|
I do make it to one of the larger stores from time-to time. The big stores, like those I’m used to in the States, have a wide selection of canned goods and packaged foods. I’m not always sure about what I’m buying but I’ve learned that the cheese with the picture of the man on it is much better than the cheese with the picture of the woman on it.
|The road to my school.|
My commute home from school is pretty much the same as anywhere else. Except for the part where I have to walk the dirt road from the school to the bus stop. That’s only because a new road is being built. And of course I ride a city bus to get to my apartment. And there is the occasional cow in my front yard getting into the trash or eating the shrubs. Of course there's the horse-drawn wagon making its way daily up the road beside my building. But other than that, it’s the same old, same old.
Yep, life in Kosovo is not so different than life at home. The truth is this: The people here are friendly, kind, and generous. They love Americans. The city is beautiful and boasts great shops and restaurants. Life is good here and only different enough to make it interesting.
Join me as I travel to Kosova (the Albanian pronunciation for Kosovo) in Southeastern Europe. Each week I’ll share my experiences. Leave your comments and questions below. I’ll try to address each as best I can.
The cheese with the man vs. the cheese with the woman really made me laugh! So glad this is a positive adventure for you! Thank you again for taking us with you on the journey!!!!!ReplyDelete
I'm glad to have you along, Holly!Delete
Love the cheese with the man on it...we call it Monk Cheese. I am going to get a couple to take home with me. Love your observations! You sure learn to be more flexible here.Delete
Thank you! I'm glad you stopped by the post. And yes, flexibility is the name of the game!Delete
Lina Weinewuth September 27 at 4:28 PMReplyDelete
Sounds like you are having a lovely time. I am so happy for you! I love following your journey!!
Thank you, Lina! It is certainly a great experience.Delete
Love this and the pictures! I love the casual cow grazing out front. Yep, same old same old. Love it! Keep posting the fun pictures so we feel like we're there with you!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Kendall! I am enjoying sharing my experience. I only wish you WERE here with me!Delete
"Oh the places you'll go.." And you are there, Becky!! Love the word pictures that you paint!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Sue! I'm so glad you are "with me" on this journey! And I love it when people leave comments!Delete
We call the cheese with the man on it the Monk cheese. I have instructed Mark that, that is the ONLY kind of cheese to get. We are one of the fortunate ones to have a dryer. When Isabella was a baby we found it necessary to have one and got it super cheap. However we only use it once and awhile as we are fine with hanging our clothes out to dry.ReplyDelete
Oh, Celeste! So glad you stopped by! And yes, I believe the man is a Monk!Delete
I lived in Ireland for 3 years. No dryer for the first two years. And Ireland is cold and wet. Mostly had clothes spread around the house on the radiators. Enjoy your time and all you will learn as well as teach.ReplyDelete
Praising God for good weather! It may be cold in the winter here, but it is at least dry!Delete
So fun! Those walks and sunsets and fresh bread with new friends and kind neighbors sound wonderful. I used to sit on my balcony in central Europe and watch the sunset...and say, "How blessed I am to get to live here!" Thanks for sharing.ReplyDelete
I know I am blessed...and honored to be here. I am so glad you are with me on this journey, Bethany! I treasure you!Delete