I think about that show when reading some of Nina's dispatches from Europe:
And so it is no surprise that in the afternoon, I want time out.We know she lives to blog about it.
I want to climb the mountain that shelters Dubrovnik. Sure, I remember the warnings about landmines. But I also read the poignant accounts of mothers scaling the summit daily to pray for their sons whose lives were lost on these hills. And I hear there is a path. And if you stick to the path, you are safe.
I twist daughters’ arms and we set off.
It takes no time at all for me to get lost. One path becomes a dead end. Another leads to a seemingly deserted house with chained dogs growling the minute I come within 100 meters of them.