i remember the good ole' days...

... not so long ago i was in a different place every few weeks or days.

it's weird to be in one place for so long. weirder still when the one place i've been for so long happens to be the same city in which z's family lives.

got a phone call this morning. it was z's mom. "either you come here for lunch or i'm coming there and making lunch for you." (though that was all said in serbian)

four hours later...

pršut, bacon, salami, sir, paprika, chilis, bread and ljuti ajvar

sarma

kolač (cake)

and a house full of people

(z's brother, mom, and daughter)