Who am I

”I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was. Likewise, I never imagined that home might be something I would miss.”

I don’t know when exactly it happened, but there was a moment when I realized that place where I live isn’t ordinary. It was a long time ago, I believe. I knew at the very young age that a view I was waking up by, all that mornings, must be something special.

I’ve always wanted to travel. To hug the world, to see every inch of it. Maybe to find myself somewhere far away. Today I wish the same. To pass the Trans-Siberian railway, to drink Mojito in La Bodeguita del Medio, to go camping in Norway. But today, more than ever I wish to see this country in Southeastern Europe. Today I wish to know every inch of this part of the world where I’m waking up. Not to let average salary, politic, mentality to blur my view, to make me think that only goal of the life here is to go far away. This country have so much to give and I want to feel all of it.

We work hard and we enjoy harder. Luckily, our country is beautiful playground where everyone can try to live the life to the fullest. Our home-spot is Durmitor mountain where we are doing it all: rafting, canyoning, hiking, biking, horse riding, zip-line, safari, excursions, accommodation, etc.

4 thoughts on “Who am I

  1. Srdjan Gavrilovic says:

    Thank you for browsing throughout my blog as well… Great photos, so nice writings and spectacular scenery… Tomorrow I’ll climb Durmitor with my mountaineering club… Looking forward to it! Hope you’ll continue following PLANINABLOG…
    Kind regards,
    S.G.

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