Travels With Baby: Pee Our Guest
Our Mostar, Bosnia-Herzegovina, hosts loved us, until . . .
by Ayun Halliday
June 26, 2007
Not only that, Greg reported that after driving around for a while, Meena decided it would be best to park the car in her family's yard, so her folks could keep an eye on it at all times.
"Wow. What was her house like?"
"There were these ancient grandparents sitting there on the couch, looking at me suspiciously, like, "What in the hell is this?"
I showed him the goodies Meena's mother had laid on me after a quick visit to the supermarket across the way. Instant coffee, Turkish coffee, two cartons of milk, a jar of saccharine tablets and a giant box of sugar cubes . . . "These guys are really going out of their way to make everything nice for us," I said.
"Well, we're their first guests," he reminded me.
"Yeah, but look how thick their towels are, and how pretty the bedspreads and sheets and
Why? Why, Lord, why? Why, after all this time? everything are. It's obvious that they care."
Mostar was so pleasant, we ended up spending an extra night, in order not to feel rushed as we milled about the old town's streets, eating ice cream and contemplating the bridge. It would have been an entirely restful experience if one of our party hadn't had a little, um, accident around dawn of the morning we planned to depart.
Why? Why, Lord, why? Why, after all this time? Why here, instead of the horrible Hotel Tabor, where all manner of bodily fluids are no doubt regularly deposited upon the clingy, polyester spreads and the desk clerk when we checked out was not the same as when we checked in.
"What do we do?" I asked Greg.
"What can be done?" he asked, in a fatalistic tone.
"I don't know! I soaped up the sheet in the sink and then hung it in the window. It's pretty early. Maybe it'll dry."
"What about the comforter?"
"I don't think it took a hit, but unfortunately, there was no protective thingie on the mattress pad."
"Oh no."
"I sponged off the mattress pretty good, I think, but I don't know. There might be lingering effects. And it's brand new. And they've been so nice."
"We have to tell them."
"Yeah, except, how? Meena went back to Sarajevo last night."
©2007 Ayun Halliday and Nerve Media
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Ayun Halliday is author of The Big Rumpus and No Touch Monkey! and the popular zine East Village Inky. She is a columnist for Bust and a frequent contributor to Babble. Visit AyunHalliday.com.
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