On the Way to Serbia

The road to Belgrade runs through Heathrow Airport in London. We're just waiting for our gate to open up in a little bit. Vivian and I are hoping to see in Belgrade our old and dear friends Anna and Attila, both ministers--I spent a year in seminary with her in Chicago--and perhaps Attila's brother Arpad (also a minister), and another Reformed Christian Church of Serbia minister with whom we've slightly corresponded. I am also hoping to meet up with a burek sa sirom or a burek s mesom or some sarma or some cevapcici or a grilled goat or really just about anything they eat over there. I miss my grandmother these days, I'll tell you that.

At any rate the Reformed Church in Serbia is of course our sister Church (denomination), and there are only 19 churches--they are ethnically Hungarian for the most part, while most of my people, the Serbs, are Orthodox. (Vojvodina, in the northern part of Serbia, has a much larger Hungarian population where the Reformed church is active and vibrant.) We will be visiting as many sites as possible such as St. Sava in Belgrade, and may or may not make it past the city limits to see some of the ancient monasteries. Whatever happens, we are excited about the adventure just ahead of us, and were just told this morning by the British agent checking us in at the airport that Belgrade is a wonderful and beautiful city. He seemed to know of what he spoke.

All for now; Gotta run! See you there!

Bonus video clip: I did meet up with a plate of cevaps, our very first night in Belgrade--not bad but Ken's are better. Burek had to wait until the last. I found this hilarious burek video on YouTube and laughed out loud when I saw it.