Trg Republike.


"Meet me at the horse." That's the standard line when you meet people in this city.


Seeing as I'm a Parsley -- a family in which the "P" stands for "perpetually late" -- that's a very good thing.


"The horse" is about a 90 second from my Balkan home sweet home, the Three Black Catz.


When speaking Borat with my brothers, I believe this situation would warrant a "very nice, how much?" -- most likely from Vincent, who loves that line above all other Borat lines.


There's nothing like the pearly white smile of a war criminal running for office in Serbia to brighten my day.