on holiday

I know discussing how busy one is is among the most boring of conversation topics. Still, I will mention it. The previous two weeks were a flurry of working weekends, proof-reading and translation. I proof-read about 500 pages of tolerably well-translated texts, shaping them into something truly coherent. Not the most fun time. But, although I had my doubts, it did all get done before I left BGD last Friday.

I am in the land of people driving on the wrong side of the road (I always look the wrong way when crossing the street - I will probably adjust just in time to look the wrong way when I return to Belgrade.) and excellent cheddar cheese and weather that makes a Seattle October look balmy by comparison. I walked along the beach on Saturday and went to the ruins of a monster's bridge.

It's weird to be in a mostly English speaking place again- it's been months. (There is some Irish language about too.) And this is my first time in a English speaking place that isn't in North America. It's refreshing to not feel like a jerkface expecting others to accomodate my language deficiencies, although on my first evening here, I couldn't understand a word that N's roommate said; his accent was so thick.