Home sweet Home in Montenegro and one step closer to Europe

Muo House

Our furniture, art, electronics and other random personal belongings that make up your life, arrived on a crisp Tuesday evening after sitting in the local customs house for almost a week. The experience of finally getting everything from the customs depot into the house was quite traumatic (the 20 foot container arrived, but the forwarding agent forgot to send anyone to unload it).

By now, I guess I should have anticipated the experience to be more complicated than I would have expected it to have been. Remember, this is the same place where I recently saw carbon copy paper being used for the first time in 25 years; rubber stamps are not just a metaphor and it takes 3 weeks to get an internet connection (and only after you fight for it). It makes that 15 minutes of being on hold with Telus seem like a dream.

In the end, Pieter recruited 3 local guys who were watching our adventure unfold in this small quiet fisherman’s village; the guys helped re-arrange parked cars and trucks so the driver could turn his trailer around and park in front of the house. In the end, 6 strong locals helped us unload everything into the 4 floors of our new waterfront home.

The lesson: simple and convenient are not part of the social fabric yet. You always have to remember that this country is just a 3 year old and it’s mother was a staunch Communist. It’s father? Well, after being occupied by everyone from the Turkish to the Italians… who knows who dad is?

Changes are making this young country grow up quickly. Today was historic as the travel restrictions that have been imposed on Serbs, Macedonians and Montenegrins for the past 17 years were lifted. Finally they can enjoy free movement throughout Europe without having to apply for a visa. Something makes me think that this will be an enlightening time for the people of this newly independent land.

After the difficult move in, life is closer to normal again. Now it is time to take a few days off of work, rest my mind, and continue exploring the region.

Yesterday was a bright sunny crisp winter day. The dark mountains that surround the Bay of Kotor were powdered with white snow. Yet, it was mild enough at sea level that you could sit outside for coffee or lunch. Today the Southern winds are back again and what feels like gale force winds are battering the stone walls of the house. All the shutters are closed so they don’t batter around, and it feels like the middle of the night even though it is only the middle of the afternoon. I am just waiting for the power to go out as it so often does when there is a storm.

On days like this it feels like we moved to Alaska and not the middle of the Mediterranean. It it hard to believe that, in just a few months, the temperature will be back in the high 20s and low 30s (80s and 90s Fahrenheit).

But then again, as I have said before, this is an experience of extremes and contrast.