#3 Yugoslavia, Nov. 25, 1979

Dear Everybody,

Sarajevo had Catholic churches, Mosques, Synagogues and Orthodox churches all cheek by jowl. It has been known to be a very ecumenical city! The Mosques were large and Sarajevo-Gazi Husrewimpressive.  The Gazi Husrew was centrally located and drew our attention. It is named after one of the Ottoman rulers of the city.




Gazi Husrew










Right in front of the mosque we found the Bascarsija (Bazaar) which was a very

Bascarsija (bazaar)old site, no longer used as a market.

While we were looking at these treasures, the call to prayer rang out (with much amplification) which really made us realize we were a long way from home!



A very nice dinner that evening rounded out our

Dinner in SarajevoSarajevo visit.




The next day we drove on through the karst to the city of Visegrad.


The mist and fog were still with us, but for us, visiting in November what seemed like such a far-away place, it really did add to the character of the trip.



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The attraction in Visegrad was “The Bridge on the River Drina’ which was the name of the novel by Nobel-Award-Winning Author, Ivo Andric. There really was a bridge on the Drina, called the Mahmed Pasa Soklovic Bridge built in 1571 by the Ottomans.  From our hotel room we "Bridge on the River Drina"could see the bridge.



We enjoyed seeing it in the daytime, but at night it was beautifully lit which we could view from our hotel balcony. Madmed Pasa Soklovic BridgeThe next day we drove to our last destination where our trip ended. Belgrade is the capital of Yugoslavia and the hub of its commerce.

Moscow HotelThe Moscow Hotel was a stunner. We had lunch there. While we were eating a fellow diner
came to our table. He said he had overheard our chatting and identified us as “Midwestern Americans.” He was working in Switzerland, visiting Yugoslavia and enjoyed chatting a bit with us as he was from St. Paul, Minnesota!

Then it was time to go home. On the airplane flying from Belgrade to New York, a woman across the aisle from Burt was trying to open a can of soda by squeezing it. He took it from her and opened it, returning it to her. Clearly some Yugoslavs were not familiar with flying or American things. At a New York airport we again experienced an unusual happening. A Yugo woman was standing at the top of an escalator with a man. He spoke to us—-said he was living in Hoboken (he had the accent!) and this was his cousin from Yugoslavia, who was afraid to get on the escalator. He was attempting to persuade her—- to demonstrate that it was not dangerous. Poor woman—-we hoped she eventually got down the escalator and got to where she needed to go!

While the weather was never sunshiny on this trip, we really did enjoy our quick week in Yugoslavia, seeing something of a culture and history quite different from ours.

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