What are the best ingredients for a trip? True, every recipe has its own variant that makes it more or less tasty dish. For a trip is the same, but some ingredients are a must. First of all the curiosity and the desire to always discover new places. The good company certainly does not hurt.
But from the beginning. I leave Sarajevo on Monday after lunch, the road is long but worth it. At nine in the evening passed a bridge over a river, right and left a myriad of lights and buildings. Belgrade. Capital of Serbia and Yugoslavia, now called ex. A lively and enlightened young people in the streets, elegant buildings and a very hospitable climate. The day begins with a bike ride along the banks of the River Sava. Cycle to where the waters of the Sava mixes
not those of the great Danube. An island at the confluence where tourists and locals take the sun and cool in river water. The time is not far to discover the beauty of this wonderful capital at the center of the Western Balkans. A
around the walls of the fortified citadel under bright sunshine and go to dinner in the bohemian district of the city, bands of gypsies cheer the meal. Time to see, taste and breathe this air and already it starts.
Destination Guca! Festival of brass. The evening sounds Goran Bregovic. Listen to the festival in Guca Goran, I said a few days later in one of my midnight ramblings, it's like to taste a Brunello sitting in the sun of the hills of Val d'Orcia. 
What I saw and heard him coming in Guca describe the feeling of a boy who enters a store where everything is
toys available to them.
A sea of \u200b\u200btents in the valley of this small town in southern Serbia, which every summer is filled with tens of thousands of lovers of Balkan music.
The country is literally flooded with booths and stalls.
already flowing rivers of beer at five in the afternoon, but who knows at what hour of the morning will have begun. Every so often you meet someone who cooks meat on the spit, another a pig, a sheep and those who both. A place far from a vegetarian's nightmare. Toured the city and enjoyed the atmosphere full you approach the entrance to the concert. Open the gates of a river of people pour into the meadow. We manage to grab a place in the third row.
Not bad, but the best is yet to come. Log Bregovic and the crowd is uncontrollable. a festive atmosphere continues, people are literally going up on other people, you can dance till you drop. Flags of Serbia are certainly not lacking here is nationalism rather heard, but the party goes on.
a long and tiring of course, but the landscapes of the former Yugoslavia are so beautiful that the eight hours to reach the coast of Montenegro feel little. The finish line is the best, the mountain drops steeply to the town of Budva. So many lights in the sea. a breathtaking night. The city is unfortunately not up to the landscape.
quickly find a place to spend the night we move to the discovery of what I can not define otherwise a big mess. A waterfront invaded by stands, open-air disco with music that gives you bombard your eardrums, an indescribable crowd of people. The old town is not far behind, narrow streets do not prevent thousands of people to browse through shops and bars with loud music. The food is tourism, which means high prices and poor quality. It takes little to decide that the next day you run away, destination Kotor.
The choice turns out to be spot on.
The Bay of Kotor is a wonderful place, an inlet of 30 km in the north coast of Montenegro. We find a bargain price for a room in a beautiful house by the sea, with breathtaking views. At last the sun, finally sea. The perfect day ends with an hour of diving and with a good fish dinner in the Stari Grad, the old town of Kotor, in the Venetian style, much more livable and peaceful area of \u200b\u200bBudva.
Next destination Dubrovnik. Exit from Montenegro and Croatia entering you walk thirty kilometers in front of you and you open a view that never would have imagined. Two days passed in a sea so cold as wonderful.
the evening strolling through the wonders of the old town of Dubrovnik, a place to visit at least once in their lifetime. Tourists invade it, but its beauty does not give you time to notice the crowd.
I will not be here doing mundane reflections on the beauty of these places and the cruelty of the war that has made that were bombed.
I will just say, as opposed to as many do, that after a week so relaxing and beautiful at the same time, returning to Tirana was not heavy and back to work was almost pleasant. The mood is right with this holiday. The Show Must Go On!
