It Only Gets Better with Age

A heartfelt thanks to all of you who helped me celebrate my 36th in style. Both from those of you who were able to join me in person and for the rest of you whose email and telephone calls were a welcome reminder of how many great people I have in my life. Thank you.

Fortunately since my bday falls on the day after Valentines Day, I have never been compelled to go out to celebrate a lonely hearts club festivity. And apparently this was doubly true for Kosovo where apparently this is a very celebrated holiday with all the restaurants and cafes packed and many of the bars and clubs adding an extra cover or increased prices to take advantage of the young and energetic locals going out to celebrate (meeting) that special one.

So, I was well rested for the late night activities that followed a very average day at the office with only a couple of folks knowing it was my bday. But all of my closer new friends joined me at a very nice local bar/club later on that evening (post my second level of language classes which have started up again) to share a toast. Having only been here 5 months I was blessed to have over 40 people drop in from all my social circles in Kosovo to include work, ultimate Frisbee, yoga, language class, my apartment building and other (mostly internationals) I have met along the way. Sticking to a nice rum and coke throughout the evening I was miraculously able to basically shut down the bar and still make it into the office for a rather busy day since I left town early to continue the bday celebrations up in the mountain in Kapaonik Serbia

A work colleague was kind enough to drop me off on his way to Belgrade. Although this was only a two hour drive, leaving Kosovo to Serbia always poses a challenge. Not only must one posses a valid Serbian passport stamp (which means I have not left Kosovo for another country since I was last in Serbia) but you often have to wait at the 'non-boarder' since Serbia continues not to recognize UNMIK or the potential emergence of an 'independent' territory of Kosovo. Lucky my driver is Serbian so not only were we able to pass quickly but we did not have change the car license plates from Kosovan to Serbian plates (this is the most bizarre scene to see almost everyone out of their cars switching or removing plates so no one can tell where you were before).

In relative breakneck speed I arrived at the Junior hotel where a crew of 7 Brits, Americans and an Irish were to camp out for the ski weekend. Unfortunately due to a local Serb holiday, all the hotels in the actual ski town of Kopaonik were full so we were forced down the mountain by a half hour drive to the dead town of Brzece. At least our huge lodge was complete with all the standard arcade games in the lobby, a ragging fireplace, a very cheesy 1-man band playing at obnoxious sound levels and the all-inclusive breakfast and dinner options. I knew only the other American in the group who is also a development contractor in Serbia whereas the others were friends of his from Belgrade. We all got along marvelously and after a restful night sleep we hit the slopes with a vengeance on Sat. Unfortunately, I was unable to see almost anything for the entire day. Visibility due to fog was less than 10 feet at times which made it very easy to hurl ourselves down the steeper slopes not knowing what we were getting into (except for those of us that had been there before).

Now mind you it has been almost 2 years since I have boarded, not to mention I am still recovering with my bad shoulder and had to be extra careful with all my actions. Fortunately I survived in one piece and took almost no falls the first day!! It was such a nice feeling to be back on the mountain in the very cold fresh air with new friends. The bday celebrations just kept continuing. The highlight must have been our lunch break on the top of the mountain in a 20 person circular ski chalet with a roasting pig in the middle. Warm wine, local Serbian beans, cabbage with ham, potatoes, kabob and bread filled us all up to the brim. It was hard to push ourselves out the door (more due to increased waistlines than eagerness to ski).

The rest of the day was run after run avoiding exposed rocks and trees due to a minimal snow pack season but when we did lay a couple of fresh powder tracks, look out...heaven. I even made a 13 year old local friend who had spent some time in England. Not only was Malosh very mature and intelligent for his age, he kicked my ass on the board. We did 3 runs together and here is a kid 1/3 my age catching air and darting through trees like they didn't exist. He really reminded me of how much I miss working the my 'little brothers' program back in the States where I used to spend 1-2 times/week with a disadvantaged youth. Kosovo doesn't have anything like this since most kids out here could be defined as disadvantaged and there are obviously much bigger issues to tackle at the moment.

Since most of us were sore and exhausted from the day we just managed to make it back down the mountain to our lodge and rendezvous for a nice dinner before falling into a deep sleep to do it all again the next day. I believe Day #2 was plagued by a much more troubling boarding experience due to my board receiving a very poor job of having my 'edges' sharpened causing me to fall more times than I would have liked, sore muscles in places that I didn't know actually had a muscle, a picture perfect ski day which brought everyone in Belgrade down the to mountain for the day and having to use a ton of tow ropes to get pulled up the mountain (very painful for boarders since all the weight is on your front leg rather than both for skiers). That said, it was a beautiful day on the mountain and I was able to meet up with a new friend from Belgrade who was down there on holiday for 2 weeks with friends.

By the time the end of day rolled around, I was done...but needed to muster up enough energy for a challenging return trip home. Since I could not get a lift back to Pristina I had to sit around the lodge nursing a beer solo (till my Belgrade friend dropped in) in order to wait for a public bus to take me off the mountain to a small town called Racka where I had to transfer buses to another one to drop me off in Serbian North Mitrovica where I then had to walk across the heavily patrolled UNMIK bridge between Albanian and Serbian Kosovo where one of my project's trusted drivers waited for me to cart me the last half hour home. Exhausted and almost 5 hours later I collapsed into my bed to wake up slowly to an American holiday allowing me to laze around the house, unpack the gear, catch up on my blogging and prepare for tonight's yoga class.

I can't wait to see how I plan to top off this birthday, next year...