For Molly and I, what started as a trip to southern France, has transformed into one giant history lesson about Europe’s darkest 32 years. Everywhere on this continent there is death, loss, violence and destruction.
Somewhere along the way the road pulled away from the river and we came to a one lane road that served as the border checkpoint. A few stamps later we wound our way back up to the road above the river and watched it widen as we made our way to Foča.
Of all the amazing and surprising things we’ve seen, perhaps no other place has earned that sentiment more than the Republic of Srpska: Never in my life did I expect to see The Republic of Srpska . . . twice.