Hvar, Bol, and how Croatia stole my heart.
I’m a fickle person, what can I say…...
Fast, entrepreneurial, forgiving, this city stole my heart (sorry Tokyo, our romance was short-lived). Aimlessly wondering, you may find yourself snaking down narrow alleys, honking mopeds growling past you as you hold your breath until they squeeze through. Sweet and spicy aromas permeate through the humid air. Smiling faces, unperturbed by past atrocities inflicted by the U S of A. This city moves fast. It's unrelenting. Crossing the street is a challenge that leaves you feeling with a sense of accomplishment. A small victory against the...
Throughout the years there has been one person who has given me infinite support. She has been a source of comfort, love, dedication, and compassion. My beautiful wife has been my biggest fan. She is my heart and soul, my best friend....
Please hold this for me…LOL. Perhaps crude – but still funny. No need to understand Russian to find this clip mildly amusing....
It was not that long ago that I remember running after my uncle's car, greeting him, as he pulled up to my grandmothers house in his trendy, orange, Жигули (Zhiguli). With my father being absent during my adolescence in Belarus, my uncle happily filled his shoes. He was my idol. He was my role model. He made me slingshots! Any capricious request would come to fruition. As for my father - he was often away on business trips in Uzbekistan, working tirelessly to provide us...