Or so they say… I’m back in Belgrade after a slightly-longer-than-expected stay in Budapest. I was scheduled to head backĀ  from Budapest last Sunday, but I missed my train. I opted to work the week from Budapest, which turned out to be a good decision, I had a really great time there this last week.

My last blog post had the general tone of reluctance to return to Belgrade. Being back isn’t quite as bad as I thought it would be. I was greeted last night by clear, cool air, and a good view up Nemanjina towards Trg Slavija, which was quite nice. While that’s certainly not all it takes to rejuvenate my attraction to the city, it does help. A wise man once said “I Like to see homos naked.”, while that really has nothing to do with this blog post, the way it sounds spoken could be misinterpreted as something that has a lot to do with this post: “Home is where you make it.”

At any rate, it’s sort of nice to be back in Belgrade, although I’m definitely missing a number of things about Denmark and Budapest. Getting to Budapest for a weekend isn’t exactly hard work though, so I have a feeling there will be plenty of that in the future.

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Back East

November 9, 2010

Much to my chagrin, my brief foray into Western Europe for the first time in who-knows-how-many-years has come to an end. I spent a little over three weeks in Denmark. Most of my time was either in Copenhagen hanging out with Lori, or in Slagelse (the town I was staying in during the weekdays) hanging out with Dave and working.

My old landlord/coworker/friend/room mate, Gordon, came to visit for about 10 days as well. It was great to see him again, and he was kind enough to bring me a six pack of Rainier tallboys in addition to a fifth of my favorite bourbon (Blanton’s). I’ve still got a bit of the Blanton’s left and I’m enjoying every bit of it.

I had such a great time in Copenhagen that I’m having a hard time bringing myself to come back to Belgrade. I love Belgrade, but there are so many differences between it and Copenhagen that clearly illustrate the stark contrast between Eastern Europe and Western Europe. One of the things that had originally attracted me to Eastern Europe was the gritty romance of it all. To me, Eastern Europe is the sort of place where anything can happen; it has a much different feel from the West, and this is certainly one of the things that draws people (including me) to the region. I guess I still feel that way, but I think I lost sight of the virtues that Western Europe has in the meanwhile. This recent stay in Copenhagen opened my eyes to that again. I sort of forgot how well things in general tend to work out there. The public transportation system, for example, really caught my eye (as usual) in terms of how well it worked. It was so easy to just hop on the metro and get from one side of the city to the other in a matter of minutes.

Anyhow, I could go on-and-on about how great Copenhagen is, but I won’t. There are certainly things about Belgrade that I did miss too (burek and yogurt come to mind…), but Copenhagen just felt more like home I guess. So who knows what the future will hold. I’ll be in Belgrade at least until next summer (if I moved on without spending even a year there it’d be a total cop out), but I’ve certainly got my eye on a few other places (interestingly enough, Copenhagen isn’t really one of them).

At any rate, I’m now in Budapest for another day or so, then I head back to Belgrade, drop some stuff off at my house, and then continue on to Montenegro for a few days of vacation. It’s back to the grind on Monday.