Lori Dyan, a Canadian writer currently querying her first novel while simultaneously raising two young children, is married to a Serb.
My husband, the Serb, is in many ways my opposite: he speaks five languages; spends more time on his hair than I do; and has the kind of temper and ability to hold a grudge that you’d expect from a people still lamenting battles they lost over 600 years ago.
Lori Dyan is currently in Serbia to reunite with family and friends her husband, the Serb, hasn’t seen in over 20 years. She put up an interesting blog post talking about her favorite new city, Novi Sad.
According to my husband, who went to high school here, every day feels like Saturday, and it’s true: Sunday night and Monday morning find the same crowds of people in the main square across from our hotel. Cobblestone side streets are pedestrian-only and filled with cafe tables that inspire journal writing over an early-morning espresso (or, mad scribbling while your kids scarf down some pastries).
However, where it gets most interesting, is when she discusses “You might be in Serbia if…” Here’s a short excerpt, but it’s worth reading the whole thing. It’s well written, and funny:
Dressing
Whether they’re drinking on a patio, taking their kids to the park or going to work, everyone here looks sharp. The women wear form-fitting clothes and high heels to mail a letter. If someone wore pajamas to grab a coffee, like they do on TLC’s What Not To Wear, my husband claims they’d be arrested on the spot. This is not to say that everything is perfect, sartorially-speaking: you might also be in Serbia if, when shopping, you find a large assortment of Speedos in the boys’ department. Apparently, they like to start ‘em young.