Stories of our trip. Can count to five and seven. This is my haiku.

Ann without an “e”

A professor who supports

Student expression

 

Bosnia, a war- torn country

Hearts, flowers, people of gold

Lasting resilience

 

A tasty warm lunch

Pickles in my stroganoff

I’ll try your pickle

 

Drink this last bottle

Tuborg, Vranac, Blatina 

Saturday blogging

 

Black and blue buttocks

Anyone need vinegar?

Let’s get to rubbing

 

Frozen ovaries

Sitting on the cold cement

Napkins under feet

 

Bosnian repairs

Creative and resourceful

Scotch tape fixes all

 

Cell reception ::: WOW!

Calling in the dense mountains

Ringing never stops

 

Dynamic culture

A growing experience

Forever grateful

 

Dear Ann, remember

Experiential learning

Let my writing speak

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