There's a reason I've been here for a week.


I love Sarajevo...


...even if, in the predominately Muslim city that I just happened to hit during the "We're Not Supposed To Drink Alcohol" time of the year known as Ramadan, there are some unorthodox roadblocks (pun intended).


But when you come home to this next-door neighbor every night, you're not really complaining.

For my money, a mosque is the most chill place to worship the God of the three main monotheistic religions. All equally praise Jah, or whatever his name is; all give big ups to the Artist Formerly Known as Abram; but only one makes it socially acceptable -- nei, mandatory -- to take your shoes off when you enter the sacred space. For Christ's sake -- or the yet-to-arrive-Messiah's sake/Allah's sake (Muslims are very explicit in their belief that Muhammed is not actually divine), can we please get an amendment passed in the Christian world as to what our "Sunday's best" actually covers?

Because it shouldn't be our feet.

And while we're at it, let's get a show of hands for all who think we should ditch the hard wooden pews for a giant pillow room. That'd be a huge impetus for getting my ass out of bed on Sunday morning after a fun Saturday night, most definitely.


THIS IS the ten-thousandth time I've seen this sticker in SARAJEVO. The list of "T-1" is getting pretty long.