Halloween Party

On numerous occasions here in Macedonia, I've remarked to Eric that with globalization and all that, I feel like I've never left home. He corrects me each time, and rightfully so, because what I'm experiencing is actually just American cultural imperialism. If I were from Botswana or Indonesia, I wouldn't be able to find my music or food in a pub around the corner. So for everyone who might hear "Macedonia" and think of peasants carrying bundles of sticks, funny-costumed folk dancing, and the gypsy fight scene from James Bond . . . well, most of that is fairly apt.

But there's also an English pub behind my apartment where I can watch the Colts play on British satellite television and listen to an Eric Clapton cover band. American television, movies, and music are everywhere - I can watch Frasier subtitled in Macedonian. And I can also spend Halloween at an Irish pub, eating onion rings, and listening to a Macedonian band covering the likes of Eagle Eye Cherry.

It was a hell of a good time, and I recommend you stop by if you ever find yourself in Kumanovo.

(Me with the obviously Irish owner)