Places: Sarajevo, with Dad: A Return to our Roots

In June 2012 my father and I visited Sarajevo, the city my grandparents once called home. The last time he breezed through this part of the world was in 1967. Dad doesn't remember any striking details about Sarajevo when he passed through as a young man. He didn't spend time strolling through the stone streets of the old town or whiling the day away drinking coffee with the locals. So now, 45 years later, he was going to do those things with me. 

For me, this trip was a journey into the distant past to find traces of a time my grandparents knew, the present to satiate my curiosity to see the impacts of the recent conflict and how the city has rebuilt itself thus far, and the future to glean firsthand clues of where it could be headed.  

For a more in-depth travelogue on this visit to Sarajevo, visit my blog at:  

Sarajevo: Surfaces; The Book and The Bridge; Dezvas, Headscarves and Lots of Mascara; and finally, To Return.