What day is it? What time is it? These two questions I rarely have the answer to lately, but I can always tell to WHERE I AM, with great excitement: Belgrade, Serbia.

It is especially fun if I get a phonecall or an email and someone asks "where are you" and I can respond "sorry, I can't talk long, Im in Serbia".

If you've never been to Belgrade, well it should come as no shock to hear it, but YOU NEED to visit this city. Why? Because it is special, of course.

It may look and smell European, but there is something else going on here. Maybe it is the heavier effect of recent wars, bombings, and economic sanctions. Or perhaps it is just the choice of paint colors, as everywhere I look I see shades of grey. Regardless of the reason, the result is actually something very interesting and very pleasant.

As I'm giving workshops on podcasting on this trip, I find myself in a residential/working class neighborhood. I start to feel like the only non-Serbian speaking person for miles... but somehow it is never a problem. The lovely ladies at the bakery greet me with smiles and seem to enjoy getting to speak english. Others rely more on simple words and smiles to explain whatever needs explaining.

Tonight.. I shall dine at some fine Serbian restaurant. Rumor has it we will experience traditional cuisine and now-cliché traditional clothing. Just what a little tourist like me desires.