Little Nothings from Montenegro and Croatia

July, 2015
Podgorica, Montenegro

I sat waiting for my bus at the station in Podgorica. I don’t remember what I was thinking about, but it must have been gloomy because a woman after waving for a bit to get my attention blew me an enormous kiss, both hands, and smiled and waved at me again. I looked around, but I was the only one in that direction. “Yes you!” her smile said.

She succeeded in cheering me.

Thank you, sweet lady.

July 2015,
Split, Croatia

I sit down at the table near the stall where I’d ordered my sandwich, only to be soon confronted by a waiter of a different establishment to which the table actually belonged. When asked what I wanted I panicked and said “beer” though I never want beer. The first and second sips only confirmed that my taste hadn’t changed. I scowled for a bit at the innocent beverage (Karlovačko) until I remember that morning, I’d been given honey with my tea. Don’t sweeten my tea, but I’d kept the honey packet to put on my bread the next morning for breakfast. So I rummaged through my bag for it and squeezed its contents into my beer. Did it magically transform it to my favourite drink ever? No. But it did make it palatable.
That’ll do.