So like I said…. I went to Macedonia for the weekend.
Back story: First time I went to Macedonia I visited a friend working as an English teacher for the year. I ended up taking a bus that was suppose to be a 5 hour that turned into a 10 hour drive to Macedonia. The picture featured is of my friend Sam, and I.
No one spoke English on the bus so for the last two hours I was trying to communicate to the bus driver where I needed to go. He ended up calling his son to help since he spoke English.
And yes my friends, that’s where it all began. The son of the bus driver became my new adventure. Pictured below is the awesome bus driver. The last night I was in Macedonia my friend Sam and I shared drinks, stories, and dinner with this Macedonia boy and his two cousins. One was shorter and smaller than him and the other one was twice as tall and twice as big. We went to two different restaurants and the taller man covered everything. I actually considered for a moment that he was apart of the mafia. I mean he knew everyone and we didn’t pay for a thing.
After drinks and dinner Macedonian boy offered to drive me to the airport in the morning. I was like, score! I found a cute boy and I get a ride to the airport. Little did I know this became the biggest mistake of my life.
Now back to this weekend. I decided to come back and visit this Macedonian boy. He seemed so charming and nice. He held my hand. Let me sit in the front seat. Everything seemed to be going well. Little did I know he was not the person I thought he was. Long story short, I will not be returning to Macedonia.
So what I learned from this weekend. Not only did this weekend have significant meaning to me, it also had meaning for millions of people across the world. While I was being used because I seemed like a nice innocent girl, women and men around the world were marching for equality. Among other things.
When I was with Mr. Macedonian we out to eat several times. Not once did the server address me or look me in the eye. Mr. Macedonian would have to order for me and speak for me. I felt degraded. Even though he explained it to me as respect, I still didn’t feel comfortable about it. I don’t see someone not addressing me as respect, I see it as someone who does not view me equal as the person sitting beside me.
Moral of my experience is don’t settle. Don’t settle because you think it’s the right thing to do. Don’t settle because someone tells you something different than you believe. I believe I will be a great wife standing equally next to a great husband. I’m starting to learn that even the most trust worthy people aren’t what they seem. Thank you Macedonia for teaching me that this Woman’s March is more than extreme feminist. Thank you Macedonia for teaching me I deserve better. And thank you Macedonia for showing me that every experience can always call for a shot of bourbon.