thewanderingfellows

After two incredible and inspiring days in Sarajevo, I mentally prepared myself for yet another long day of traveling. I woke up early, and pursued the 7:15 am train with a destination of Mostar, Bosnia. This was set to be my final stop in Bosnia. Surrounded by mountains in a deep, green valley, Mostar is…

My most vivid memory from childhood involves a harrowing adventure on Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride in Disneyland. I remember my mom laughing while she let me “drive” the car. Unaware that the car was on tracks, I believed that I was in control of the uncontrollable car, and that I was therefore putting the lives…

Legend says that when the Slavs landed on the Danubian shores of present-day Serbia, they were stunned by the beauty of an ancient, white-stoned fortress on a hill. They proclaimed, “We will live in this white city.” Thus, Beograd, or the White City, was born. I recently gazed upon the white city myself, and like…

“I go to the Balaton!” I have heard that line so many times over the last year from my fifth graders. When I first heard them say that, I was of course confused. “WHAT is the Balaton?” Whatever it was, it sounded important. Not just Balaton but THE Balaton. The one, the only. From what…

Dinant is a small town centered on the banks of the River Meuse in the Namur region of Belgium. The town dates back to the 7th century, and it has since had a long and often bloody history. Due to its prime location on the river, it has been caught in the middle of many…

I survived. I survived three days, and two nights with my fifth-graders. Three days with five wild boys, four girls with attitudes, and approximately four Rambo knives, two bows and arrows, one sneaky box of matches, and worst of all, a can of Axe body spray. About a month ago, I learned that I had…