Yesterday we ventured to Mostar; which is about a two hour long bus ride just south of Sarajevo. The city is divided by the most beautiful river I have ever seen, tied together by a bridge fantasies are made of. This bridge, made by stone and beautifully crafted, was demolished in the war by the aggressor, creating a disconnect in the city. The bridge has been reconstructed since the war and is almost exactly the way it was before.
Being in Mostar was simply magical. There’s really no other way to put it. It is almost unfathomable to me that anyone would want to destroy such beauty, but it happened.
The atrocities committed in this country are as endless as its beauty. I wish and hope with every fiber of my being that one day people will learn from the mistakes of others and such tragedies will cease.
Until next time,