Serbia makes me smile.
I mean, just look at them, they are everywhere and they are amusing.
They are little and colorful and for some reason “Yugo” makes me think of “Yoda”.
Then in my minds eye I see Yoda driving around a Yugo. And then I am fighting being an even more crazy than usual American laughing out loud to herself.
My battle to contain my own laugh just makes me smile even more.
It is a delightfully vicious cycle.