Bosnia's one of those countries you just never feel warm and comfy in, so we didn't stay too long. But on our way out of the country by car, we were still looking for interesting shots of the culture...and this lady was perfect. She was gathering wood just outside her meager home in war-torn northwest Bosnia. She caught my wandering eye as Bryan, myself, and a missionary named Richard sped by. Richard gladly threw it in reverse so I could hop out and get a quick shot. Through my camera's viewfinder I watched her reaching down for the wood, then I saw her slowly turn her head and look right at me.
I felt the need to ask permission to film her but let's just say that my Bosnian is a little rusty. So Richard scurried over to ease her would-be fears of these mysterious Americans and their camera. No sooner did he get a few words out than we found ourselves accepting their humble invitation to join them for coffee.
If there's one thing I've learned about
non-American cultures (especially third world countries) spontaneous visits
can - and often do - turn into epic events. This was no exception.