The Serbian Express
Did you miss the Macedonian Express last summer? Are you ready for more reporting from the Beautiful Balkans? This is a fair warning. I know last year you must have noticed the absence of blogging from the Balkans and must have wondered “what’s up?” But here in the last days of Houston summer, as children begin attempting to get their Summer Book List completed at the local library, we in Houston watch one more time as Altuve plays like a madman and yet the Astros still can’t seem to get a win, and parents everywhere try to figure out how to buy and pay for those back to school items that simply must be purchased, I am off, via London and Vienna, to Belgrade to begin the Serbian Express.
And I would love to have you go with me one more time as we try to expand our wonderful Creative Writing Camp to Belgrade, Kragujevac, Novi Sad, Nis, and Sabotica (near the border with Hungary). So, as you can see, there will be a lot of traveling once we arrive in Serbia, though our first four days will be Belgrade.
The word Balkans means mountains and so I am very excited about seeing the beautiful land that was once the central part of old Yugoslavia but is now its own country with many significant cities. So I will be flying into Nikola Tesla Airport, named after the great inventor who worked alongside Thomas Edison (and may have gotten a few ideas stolen from him during the relationship). I love airplanes, and I love to be in airplanes that are traveling to exotic places, so, even though the trip will take about 18 hours, I am very excited about the ride. For one thing, I will be returning on a plane from Houston to London to pick up the folks who have been at the Olympics and want to bring those medals back to Texas. For another, I am such a bad cook that I love British cooking (alas, global warming has not gotten to the point where even British Airways can serve British wines). For another, since I am an Associate Professor at University of Houston-Downtown, I always fall behind on my movie watching, and I get to catch up on my flight over the pond. I know you might think that these overnight flights were made for sleep, but I have no desire to sleep on a plane. I want that window seat so I can feel myself traveling thousands of miles to teach Creative Writing–the WITS way. It’s one thing to be alive, but it’s another to feel that you are alive or to know that you are alive. I will be thrilled with airplane culture of a few hundred people traveling at 33,000 feet over the Atlanta on the way to the Old World. No doubt, from time to time, I will be humming William Blake’s” Chariots of Fire” before we set down in London on the way to Belgrade. (I have learned that the more stops you are willing to take, the cheaper your fare if you amortize it by fun and the more fun you will have). If I can help British Air get their plane back to London in time to bring those medals home and they will reward me for it, I am willing.
Once there, the adventure starts. Come with me in these dog days of summer to a place just as hot, but where great writing is about to take place, Haiku Houses are about the be built celebrating Basho, plays will be written and presented, and a world of imaginative use of words will rise like the ascents of those planes that I will be traveling on.
by Merrilee Cunningham, Writers in the SchoolsShare this entry: