Dwelling on the beauty of Imotski

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I am a stranger in a town I once thought was a slice of heaven on earth. Going back to Runović in Imotski was surreal and humbling.

As I pull up to my grandparents house I am struck with the reality that their is no one waiting for me.

All that waits is a house filled with memories.

“A person’s worth is measured by the worth of what he values” – Marcus Aurelius

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Grandparent’s House with their grapes covering the patio.
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The front yard, porch and water well.
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The well my grandmother used to pull water from.
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The yummy grapes that hang overhead.

The moment I walked into the house, my heart was filled with joy. Even though their is no one living in the house, it still has the imprint of family.

I turned on the radio, opened all the windows, grabbed a broom, cracked open a beer and strarted freshening up.

I could hear their laughter as I struggled to kill a few spiders. I could smell them as I dusted off their shoes, and straightened the pictures hanging on the walls.

I was happy being alone with the memories of my grandparents. I finally felt like I was home.

“Nowhere can a man find a quieter or more untroubled retreat than in his own soul” -Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

The rest of the day I spent with family and friends. I got to play Balote (Bocce Ball) with the guys in the hills.

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My Cousin Petar (on the left with his shirt open and unbuttoned) He made a bbq in the hills, brought a bunch of wine and beer and had a bunch of friends come hang out and play Balote.
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Playing Balote in Runović. I was the only girl.
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The winning shot. Don’t think I will be invited to play anytime soon. No one likes losing to a girl.

It was fun hanging out with my cousin, my brother-in-law and all the guys, but I had other places to go and people to see.

I was nervous heading into town.

The last time I went into town alone, was when my grandfather passed away. I didn’t want to relive that experience.

It was time to make new memories.

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A door aged and weathered, yet no less beautiful.
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The road not taken, is as significant as the one we choose to take.  No idea on where they lead to, just that they look pretty.
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Fortress Topana in Imotski
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Doors into the Fortess. Is it wrong that I secretly want these on my house?

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“Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell, and you can forsee the future too.” – Marcus Aurelius

As evening drew, I made one final stop.

The Bago’s house.

These people are incredible. Although we may not be related, to me they are family.

They have always been a so loving, kind and funny.

I couldn’t think of a better group of people to end my day with.

 

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Me (Left) and  beautiful Anamarija (Right) Yikes,I look like a swollen chipmunk. This lightening is not working for me. 

 

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View from Bago’s House. Are you seeing this? Breathtaking.
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One of my favorite people of all time. Zdenko Bago !
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Not sure why we are so shiny, or why we look like aliens..MEH oh well.
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Teta Zdenka. 
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My Cousin Petra..She’s so stunning!
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Petar couldn’t be any nicer. I love this guy like a brother. His wife Ivana is equally special and awesome.

I did something bold by allowing life to suprise me.

I came away more grateful for the acts of kindness people unconditionally give.

Life is fleeting, but it doesn’t have to be somber.

I may not have my grandparents waiting for me when I go home, but I still have a home to go back to. And that is priceless. 

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Mara Vranješ

 

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