Yes, that's me. . . Marta's parents invited me to spend the weekend in Myjava. They have been so good to me! I am grateful that Juro, her brother, was here to translate. It is difficult to get to know people when you can't speak to them. I do know that Marta's mom is incredibly generous and quick to smile. Her father is soft spoken and has kind eyes. I feel very welcome here.
There is a market and folklore celebration here this weekend. We watched the dancers and walked through the crowded stands. Then, Juro and I climbed to the top of the church clock tower. It was much more peaceful there. You could see the large cement
buildings. He called it "the Socialists' copy-paste architecture" because they're all exactly alike. We walked through more of the stands. These cookies are a Slovak tradition. I guess they look a lot better than they taste. There were wood carvers, basket weavers, and iron workers. We visited the town's museum. And, we toured a farmhouse from the 19th century. It has been preserved, and the people who run it maintain the old ways of life. After some mild protesting, I dressed in the outfit that is from this region. I felt a little silly, but it's nice to be surrounded by tradition. Our host gave us bread with pig's fat, onion, and
salt. It was always offered to guests. It tasted better than it sounds. We drank tea made from herbs that are grown there. Tinka, Juro's girlfriend, and I also took shots of slivovica. I really like Tinka. She makes everyone smile. We went out for a delicious Slovak meal. It was a good way to end a good day.
Yes, that's me. . . Marta's parents invited me to spend the weekend in Myjava. They have been so good to me! I am grateful that Juro, her brother, was here to translate. It is difficult to get to know people when you can't speak to them. I do know that Marta's mom is incredibly generous and quick to smile. Her father is soft spoken and has kind eyes. I feel very welcome here.
There is a market and folklore celebration here this weekend. We watched the dancers and walked through the crowded stands. Then, Juro and I climbed to the top of the church clock tower. It was much more peaceful there. You could see the large cement 
buildings. He called it "the Socialists' copy-paste architecture" because they're all exactly alike. We walked through more of the stands. These cookies are a Slovak tradition. I guess they look a lot better than they taste. There were wood carvers, basket weavers, and iron workers. We visited the town's museum. And, we toured a farmhouse from the 19th century. It has been preserved, and the people who run it maintain the old ways of life. After some mild protesting, I dressed in the outfit that is from this region. I felt a little silly, but it's nice to be surrounded by tradition. Our host gave us bread with pig's fat, onion, and
salt. It was always offered to guests. It tasted better than it sounds. We drank tea made from herbs that are grown there. Tinka, Juro's girlfriend, and I also took shots of slivovica. I really like Tinka. She makes everyone smile. We went out for a delicious Slovak meal. It was a good way to end a good day.
2 comments:
Is that Marta's brother above the cookie picture? Cuz damn, he's HOT.
Who's that chic in that fly blue dress? Cuz damn, she's HOT! :)
Sounds like you're starting to hit your stride a bit, it'll just keep getting easier and funner exponentially... really, I've done studies.
Keep on rockin' in the free world.
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