A brief list of some of my experiences as an American in Kosovo:
- My host mother said something to me, which was “me mua” (with me). I misheard her and thought she said “majmun” (monkey). I replied, “Nuk jam majmun” (I am not a monkey). (My host mother sometimes calls my host brother monkey as a term of endearment. I was like, oh, no, she’d better not call me that!) Both of my host parents rushed to assure me I wasn’t being called a monkey.
- I was staying at an Airbnb in Pristina with some friends a while back. I was in the shower, and looked up to see an electrical outlet. In the shower. You know, in case you want to plug something in …
- March 7 was Teachers’ Day in Kosovo. Our school went out for dinner. (We each had to pay our own way, but still, it was nice.) Being as this is Kosovo, of course circle dancing happened. You can see me for a hot second in the following video (I’m wearing purple, natch).
You can read about my other experiences as an American in Kosovo here: