Bosnia

From Budapest, we dropped our bags off at the train station and walked around. Then it was a delayed train of over 6.5 hours. After which was a long wait in line for entrance to the hostel, in which I slept on the floor.

The next day we got a small car, note the small, this will be important later, which couldn’t fit all of the bags in the trunk so everyone except for dad had a bag by their feet. We drove over to Trogir, which had was beach house. Then we drove to Splint the next day for lunch and ice cream. I believe that in these areas, people just park on the side walks because of the lack of available parking spaces. We checked out an ancient palace, which has old temples turned into restaurants.

The next day we drove to Sarajevo, the location of the longest siege in modern history. But first we stopped in Mostar to check out the cool bridge. The next day was a rest day. The day after we Checked out the War Children Museum. It was sad.

I think one of the worst stories was about a kid, not a teenager. He was really good and singing and joined this singing contest, which he really wanted to win. He was listening to the radio to find out if he won the contest. His sister said she remembered A boom and her mother’s scream. His family heard about him winning the day after their house was shelled. The same day they buried him. I’m just going to end this here.