Hot, hot, hot…Did I say ‘hot?’

At 8:30 AM….and the power just went out when I wrote that, and went back on about 5 minutes later. It is now 3:07 in the afternoon and I spent most of the morning putting together the first grouping of some pictures from Bosnia and beyond. I have put them in a new public folder that one can link to through my Picasa site. Find the picture of the guy juggling on this blog and click…search around, you’ll find it.

Still hot, but that does not deter the pilgrims from climbing the mountain and praying at the cross. The 12 Stations are on the way up, so I hope they bring water, sunscreen, hats, etc…very dangerous weather.

A group of Irish Travelers rolled into town last night. For those who do not know, they are Irish Gypsies and famous for their disrespect, thievery, and inbreeding. This is not a rumor. I can vouch for this. They are to be avoided at all costs. the children are taught early to emulate their parents and support them through begging, theft, and the old bait-and-switch game. You know, distract you over there and rob you over here. Once again, this is no joke. My Irish friends here tell stories about how the Travelers show up at night, pitch tents in a car park or field, and stay until they have completely despoiled the place with garbage and broken junk. I imagine they will be here all week. Spiritual paths can cross at the oddest times.

I have figured out why I was counting the days. Here in Me?ugorje, it can be pretty boring, the days all being the same, with nothing here that really interests me except for my work. The town itself has nothing to offer for me really (no museums, no culture, no music, etc…and it’s not home!) so I tend to while away my days reading, sleeping, eating…Just like jail. When I go away for a long weekend, however, the counting stops and I am engaged in the real world, where cultures mix and sometimes clash, and the streets are filled with local people, instead of a patchwork population of Catholic devout.

How hot is it? probably around 38* Celsius, so…about 102*F. Not a cloud in sight…

Johnnyboy

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Johnnyboy is a queer recovering alcoholic. For the moment he is also the primary caregiver for his mother, who suffers from age-related cognitive impairment. She is happy as a lark and is surrounded by a crew of sober women which gives him the freedom he needs to get out of town. When he is not at home in Somewheresville, he is searching out the proper path to travel for happiness and joy. He is a photographer who believes in the digital age, but feels that film is still where its at. He has a darkroom and works in it. He is single and is in remarkably great physical condition for all the damage he has submitted his body to. His cardiologist is very happy. Johnnyboy is over the age of 35.