Mostar, was originally a last minute detour when the ferry schedule to go from Dubrovnik to Split via the islands didn’t work out. It ended up however, being one of the most memorable stops on the trip. Alex and I were kids during the war there, old enough to have a vague recolection of it occurring. We both remember reading a book in middle school about it. Along with desert storm, the war in Bosnia is the first war we remember. So it felt a bit strange to travel to a country we’ve long associated with war and instability. Turns out, the city of Mostar and its inhabitants are far from moving past the war, with many buildings in shambles and neighbors that previously shot sniper rifles at their children. Even twenty years later. It was a facinating, if not somber two days. Though you might never notice, if you just popped in and didn’t look beyond the new, rebuilt, and thriving tourist infrastructure.  Continue reading →