My Life in the Balkans

My Life in the Balkans

My Life in the Balkans.

It’s the first November Sunday morning here in the village.

Heavy dew on the ground, a clear blue sky, decidedly chilly and the smell of wood burning as both we, and our neighbours, get the heating on indoors.

It’s mornings, especially like these, that I pause to reflect on how lucky I am to live where I live.

A rural lifestyle that’s in no way British, but culturally stimulating and to be honest rather exciting.

The church bells in the village have started to ring.

Of the few things I do miss about my homeland (England) one is the wonderful sound of Anglican Church bells peeling on a Sunday, with the sound wafting through the mist.

There’s nothing that quite beats that.

As the weather gets colder, I will be enjoying (at least to start with), the wonderful food that is served in households across the country at this time of year.

There will be a blog post about that without a doubt, in the future.

Here’s a snap shot of the past 12 months of my continuing adventure.

Random clips that I’ll be able to look back on in the future, and to reminisce with stories to my grandchildren.

My Life in the Balkans

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