After the coast, I crossed the boarder and into Bosnia-Herzegovinia. Now, this country is amazingly beautiful-- like Croatia. Think mountainous Mexico in spring or southern Colorado in summer. Anyway, I eventually found myself in the very small town of Medjugorje. And as I was dropped off, I was immediately lost. I didn't know exactly where I was staying-- I just knew that I was staying with "Patrick and Nancy." I was supposed to find a taxi, say their names, and be all good.

And I was. For, I found the taxi, said the names, took a short drive, rounded a corner, and was approached by this:

This is Nancy and Patrick's castle. This is where I stayed.