This is fine β indeed, to spend a day as a local is to learn in some small measure what it is to be a local. So perhaps I will describe to you what it is to have a day. I wake up in an apartment that is almost all window, meaning the natural light floods in as the sun rises softly over the mountains. I discovered figs in Croatia last year with Justin, eating them sun-warmed on the rocks by the Adriatic, and I have loved them ever since.
I sit in the light with my coffee and my phone, my laptop, my book, or my journal, whichever takes my fancy at that moment on that day.
I cherish mornings alone, have always needed them to face a day full of people, and I sink within the deepest parts of myself fueled with caffeine and almost always a pair of fuzzy socks.
Eventually I wash, dress, and leave, always carrying my laptop, camera, and journals. On this day I have two meetings, both with important people, so I dress in slacks and a button-up and fling my ballet flats into my bag β I prefer to walk into town, a forty-minute trek up and down a hill, and my loyal Birkenstocks make that journey with me.
I could take the bus, have taken it a few times, but I prefer to walk, even if it takes longer. I decide to get lunch before my first meeting at , so I walk to the center of Sarajevo, to one of the markets in the city center. Inside are countless stalls full of eggs and a large variety of cheeses and meats- smoked, cured, and fresh. I bought a loaf of bread and some of this cheese cream, cheese, and a pepper , which I took to the square and ate while watching old men play chess.
