Lock Away Your Heart

I'm home. And I took pictures.

Yes, all of them were from the plane.

While I was away, I heard about the Most Ljubavi, or the Bridge of Love, in Serbia. It's an interesting story, and I thought I'd tell it on my blog.

In the early 1900s, a school teacher from Serbia fell in love with an officer, serving in the army. As often as they could, they would meet on the Most Ljubavi, the bridge which would later become famous because of them. They had only just gotten engaged, when the First World War began, and the officer was forced to go off to war and fight for his country.
While his lover patiently waited for him back home, he fell in love with a nurse at his army base. He wrote a letter to his fiancee, calling off the engagement, and she was so devastated, apparently, that she died of a broken heart.

Oh, a fun fact: Elephants really can die of a broken heart.

The story passed through generations, and teenage girls, with their penchant for tragic love stories, and fear of their own relationship turning tragic, took it to heart. They began to go to the bridge where the two lovers would meet, and there they began the curious tradition of writing their name, along with that of their lover's, onto a padlock, fastening the lock to the railing, and throwing the key into the river which so conveniently flowed under the bridge.

I presume this meant that their love had been sealed in that lock, and that nothing could ever let it out (thereby, causing it to end), because the key was somewhere in the river.

As time passed, it wasn't just teenage girls who did it, but everyone crossing that bridge, afraid that the love of their life might not be the love of their life forever. And tourists, who just like doing weird things in other's countries.

As a result, the bridge now looks like this.

I've never been to Serbia, but I would like to go there, and I would like to see this Bridge of Love.

And maybe fasten my own lock.

N

I Lost My Keys

I'm going to be quick because the situation I'm in does not allow for anything else.

I arrived at my grandparent's house today, bags in tow, and would have begun to unpack already, except I lost my keys. So now I've got to either get a new one made, that fits the lock on my bag, or I've got to break the lock using a hammer. Or a crowbar.

It's complete pandemonium here. Because my grandparents are old, and because they aren't very adept with technology, they have only one computer and a dial-up modem. A dial-up modem! I haven't had one of those since 2006.

Anyway, discounting my grandparents, there are six of us here (four cousins, my brother and myself) and we all need the Internet. So it's going to be a massive fight every time I need to post something on my blog or update my Facebook status. Somehow, I beat everyone to it this time, but I have a feeling I'm not going to be so lucky the next time.

And, because no post of mine is complete without a picture and a sentence that starts with 'and', here's a picture.

Here's Madonna of the Rocks

Enjoy your week.

N

This Post Has No Title

Before I begin, a moment of silence for those lost their lives as a result of Hurricane Sandy.
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That's enough silence.

The New York subway is back in order following the devastation caused by the hurricane, and so, I presume, is the rest of New York.
Of course, New York is the most resilient city in the world (I mean, look at how many times it's been destroyed in the movies), so it's not them I'm most worried about. It's the rest of the places affected.

And, in the time that New Yorkers have been going without power, I have created a Twitter account. You can now follow me @JustAsSaneAsMe, if I don't annoy you enough with this blog.

My holidays have begun, but I haven't gotten a lot of time to write, or think of anything to write about. Infact, I'm posting this from a mobile device, so I can't even bombard you with pictures.

I'm going to be visiting my grandparents the next weekend, so I won't be able to write much then, either, and I'm going camping the weekend after, so I won't be able to write at all.

To end my post, I'm going to leave you with another picture, since my post Busy, Busy, Busy, in which I included a Degas has received more views than anything else on my blog.

This is Van Gogh's Starry Night

Next time, I'll have something better.

N