After a day spent in Mostar, and after an overly abundant lunch we decide to head towards Sarajevo.
The road is long, narrow, dark, uphill, dotted with narrow tunnels and clogged by slow trucks: to make it short in the middle of the route we gave up and we stopped to spend the night in a lovely mountain town, Konjic.
We had just enough time to arouse the curiosity of the whole city walking around on dinner and breakfast time (and yes, we had goulash for breakfast), than we left to Sarajevo, this time with the favor of daylight.
I must say that the lame first impression of the Bosnian overview remained confined within a few kilometers after the border: now we are in the mountains, even the smallest road is well maintained, and around us farms, cows, small restaurants, wine and honey sellers, majestic pine woods and postcard views: only Heidi was missing, such a marvel!
Perhaps the distance from the large population centers is felt, but people here go crazy for us. Curious looks, questions, every stop to fill up with fuel turns into an opportunity to understand who we are or to offer us something … Sooo amused by all this!
After long wandering we finally arrived in Sarajevo. Someone wrote that Sarajevo is a city that has rediscovered peace, and this is precisely the impression it has communicated to us.
Even here sometimes you can still see buildings riddled with shots, but life seems to flow quietly like in any European capital. With the difference that here it is enough to turn the corner to admire completely different urban scenarios, from boulevards full of shops, souvenir sellers and Orthodox churches to cobbled streets that wind between Turkish restaurants, mosques and ancient hamams.
The memory of the horrors of war remains in museums, while in the center of the city stands out the monument to multiculturalism, emblem of this city that integrates so many ethnic and religious realities, finally at peace with each other.