Showing posts with label Croatia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Croatia. Show all posts

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Our Last Croatian Outing

We are SO FAR away from Croatia now that sometimes I can't believe we were really there!

Our last "field trip" before we moved was to visit a Christmas tree farm about an hour away from Zagreb, in a region known as Turopolje. This area of Croatia is the place where the exterior shots of Fiddler on the Roof were filmed many years ago!
We didn't get a tree since we were moving before Christmas, but we did want to go on the trip and see some more of the beautiful Croatian countryside. (But if the truth be told, the real reason we wanted to go was to enjoy a pig roast at this restored 200 year old farmhouse!)





We also stopped to see this historical Turopolje church (see photo below). I don't remember much of what was said about this particular church. It was a cold and rainy day and I was very disappointed that we couldn't go inside!

One of the greatest treasures of the Turopolje region are its wooden churches and chapels. It is believed that this way of building started already in the Middle Ages and became more and more common in the years of Ottoman invasion and destruction. It was common in the 17th century to replace former churches (made from brick) with wooden structures. These churches and chapels are certainly most precious examples of traditional folk architecture. Only five wooden sacral buildings have been preserved till today.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Boxes + Piles + Luggage = Moving

Well, the movers come tomorrow and Wednesday to pack us all up! We're about as ready as we can be for this, our 12th move since we have been married. (Several of those moves were house to house in the same city, like moving on base, or like we did here, having to be at one house for the first 6 weeks before the other one was availalbe!) I can't wait for the packing to be all over with and the boxes out of here because that is much better than living with the piles I have all over the place now. Piles of stuff to go in the express shipment, piles of stuff that can't be packed because it belongs to the house, 10 pieces of luggage lined up in the family room, and lists a mile long to help me remember all those things I used to forget when we moved!

We'll be in Croatia several more weeks and then home to Missouri for Christmas! After Christmas, we'll head down south to our new home....

TEXAS!!!

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Penkala.... a Famous Croat



I heard something the other day that surprised me... The inventor of the pen was from Croatia!

Slavoljub Eduard Penkala was actually born in Slovakia, but immigrated to Croatia with his wife and family to Zagreb, and became a naturalized Croat.

He became famous for inventing the mechanical pencil (then called an automatic pencil) in 1906 and the first solid ink fountain pen in 1907. Indeed, the name of "pen" is derived from his family name, and the name of "penkala" is also in use today for the chemical pen.

Collaborating with Edmund Moster, he started the Penkala-Moster Company and built a pen-and-pencil factory that was one of the biggest in the world at the time. This company, now called TOZ-Penkala, still exists today. TOZ stands for "Tvornica olovaka Zagreb," which means "Zagreb pencil factory."

I like a good, smooth flowing pen (especially the color blue!) and I've always preferred a mechanical pencil over the regular kind. I especially like using mechanical pencils in church, when I'm taking sermon notes. However, it doesn't matter if I use a pencil or a pen, my handwriting has definitely taken a turn for the worse in the past few years, probably because I'm out of practice. Depending on computers and word processing programs has meant that I just don't use my hand for writing like I used to. It's kind of sad, really. Handwriting is so personal, and a type-written page is certainly not!

We leave Croatia next month, but I think we better squeeze in a field trip to the Zagreb pencil factory before we go!

Saturday, September 08, 2007

The Famous Old City of PULA

Awhile back, I posted pictures from our trip to Venice. In order to get to Venice, we traveled to Pula, Croatia, and it was from there that we took a ferry across the Adriatic Sea. Pula is known to be the oldest town on the Eastern Adriatic coast. At about 40 BC Pula became a Roman colony. Around 1331, the Venetians took over Pula. Between the 13th and 14th centuries there was a plague and more destruction suffered during wars. The city rapidly declined. During the 15th century it still had a population of 5,000, but by the following century it had declined to a mere 1,000. The Venetians carried away everything they could from the city - marble columns, tiles, mosaics. Pula came to be known as the "city of corpses" or the "city of the dead." It was probably while in this state that Dante came to know it and mentioned it (Pola) in his "Divine Comedy." For 3 centuries the death rate was higher than the birth rate. By 1631, Pula only had 300 inhabitants.

Pula is now famous for its Roman Arena, dating from the period of Augustus
(31BC -14AD) and it is the sixth largest remaining amphitheatre in the world. It is remarkably well-preserved and in better condition than the one in Verona. I have read that it is said to be the most magnificent structure of its kind in the world, after the Coliseum in Rome.







The Temple of Augustus stands on what is now the Republic Square. It was dedicated to Emperor Augustus and was built between the year 2 BC and the death of Augustus in AD 14.



The Triumphal Arch of the Sergii was built between 29 and 27 BC in honor of the three Sergii (Sergius Lepidus, Gaius Lucius Sergius and Gneius Sergius) who held high military and civil offices in the Empire. When the city gates were demolished in 1826 and 1829, the arch remained standing alone. It is only decorated on the city side.



Pula is a colorful city.... a beautiful part of the Istrian coast of Croatia.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Bye Bye Baby



Baby Kitty, that is. We found a loving home for our little orphan kitten. We figure he's about 8 weeks old this week, and is quite the playful feline. He has pounced on, bit, and slashed my poor ankles almost everyday. I have a myriad of scratch marks all over my hands and arms, feet and calves, where he's attacked me with great intensity, sometimes surprising me while I sat at the computer, unsuspecting and unprepared for his vicious assaults.

But right now, while we wait for his new mommy to show up, he is sweetly nursing the fringes of my Americana blanket on the couch. He's oh-so-cute! Then he wakes up.

Bye-bye, you little viper.
Bye-bye, you sweet little kitty.

Clara, the boys, and I will miss you!





What am I to do?
I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good work, therefore, any kindness, or any service I can render to any soul of man or animal, let me do it now. Let me not neglect or defer it, for I shall not pass this way again!

~ an old Quaker saying

Monday, July 16, 2007

Looking for Baby Name Ideas?

I got some for ya...

While I was flipping through my local phone directory, I came across some, um, well, very interesting Croatian names. It's fun to try and trick your tongue into saying these words. Of course, many of these names have little accent marks over certain letters, like the S, C, and Z, which would give you sounds like sh, ch, sz, and so on.

How many times do you think a Croatian has introduced himself/herself to me, and a puzzled look crosses my face as I realize I have never in my life heard their name before? Uh, how do you spell that? Can you say that again please?

For a boy, you could try:
Goran
Igor
Franjo (the j sounds like y, as in yellow)
Domagoj
Darko
Tomislav
Nenad
Sasa (sounds like Sasha, this is a man's name here in Croatia)
Josip (this would be Joseph)
Srdan
Radovan
Mladen
Bozidar (nicknamed Bozo)
Slavo
Hrvoje
Slobodan Kosak
Borko

And for the girls...
Dragica (sounds like Drahgitsa)
Nada
Olga
Ivana
Jadranka
Valentina
Petra
Visnja
Zdenka
Dijana (might be similar to our Diana?)

Huh? I have no clue...
Neven
Ozren
Nela
Dalibor
Spomenka
Goga
Slavica

A Kitten Story

Have you read Laura's kitten story yet? She's got a cutie over there. We have a similar story to tell -- it must be kitten season?!

The boys brought home a tiny orphaned kitten last week. When I opened the front door, ~N~ was holding a little black bundle close to his chest, and began to make a case for his immediate adoption into our family. He said he had talked to a lady about the kitten and its mother, who apparently was not taking care of it and the poor thing sure looked like he'd been abandoned. His left eye was matted shut and I wasn't altogether sure there was even an eye under all the nasty mess. He was lethargic and loaded with fleas.

I called a vet, who actually makes house calls but he couldn't come until the next morning. He told me the kitten was about 3 weeks old and gave us all kinds of medicine and vitamins and told us where to buy kitten milk and a bottle for it. Yes, we're bottle feeding the little guy every few hours.



After being treated for fleas and having a few bottles, we saw a definite change in his behavior. His eyes began to clear up and he has started to be playful. When he found the bathroom rug, he thought he had found his mama. He tries to nurse the rug and is so comforted by it that he lays there and falls asleep.



The boys named him Turbo. I don't think we can keep him though. Moving at the end of this year back to the U.S. will be complicated enough the way it is. I'm hoping we will be able to nurse the little guy back to good health, wean him, litterbox train him, and then find him a good Croatian home where he can stay and live with his people.... Sounds good on paper, but I don't know if it will work in real life.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

A New Baby

My friend's baby was born on Friday... a healthy, beautiful little girl! Actually, she's a big girl, weighing 4 kilograms, which is around 9 lbs! Mother and baby are doing fine. We stopped by to visit with the new papa at his house the day she was born and he already had pictures and a video to show us. He has only seen the pictures that his wife has taken of the baby, and the short video he had of the baby when they showed her to him behind the nursery window glass. I saw the room that the mother has been staying in, which is a small room with 4 beds. You walk through the room, which has the beds lined up next to the wall lengthwise, and there is really only room for one person to walk between them. There is nothing in there except for the beds, and they are basic cot-type beds. There was a window at the end of the room. It looked like there was nothing on the walls, and only a few belongings for each person on their beds. It looked so very different from our hospitals in the U.S.

I am hoping to go visit her in the hospital this week, but I guess I won't get to see her baby. (If hubby doesn't get to, I'm pretty sure I won't get to!) And for some good news, she should be able to come home around Thursday! I haven't been able to talk to her yet, but I've sent her messages on her phone and left her voicemails. I'm sure she is busy with holding and loving that little baby! Thank you for praying for her.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Birth in Croatia

Having a baby in Croatia is a medical procedure.... and then some.

I have a pregnant friend in the hospital, scheduled to deliver her baby by c-section tomorrow. Her husband will not be able to attend the birth, and he will not be able to hold the baby until both mother and baby go home from the hospital! She will be in ICU for 24 hours after the surgery. Though she wants to breastfeed, I'm feeling pretty sure that they will give her baby bottles and pacifiers, making it as difficult as possible to establish a nursing relationship. The hospital says they have rooming-in, but at night they will take the baby to the nursery. The saddest part of all though, is that the father will only see the baby as they hold it up for him through the nursery glass window after they announce baby's last name through a speaker.

The mother will be spending 10 days in the hospital to recover from the c-section. And the reason she is having a c-section is because she has asthma. She also found out she had gestational diabetes during the last 2 months, and has had to control it with insulin. (I don't know if a woman with asthma and GD in the U.S. would automatically be a c-section recipient - this is something I have wondered about....) Originally, when they diagnosed her with GD, they wanted to admit her to the hospital and keep her there until the baby was born. She checked herself out though and has done a wonderful job of tracking her blood sugar levels, eating carefully, resting, and taking her insulin. The doctor has harassed her and assured her that she was doing the worst thing for her baby, that her baby might die because she would not stay in the hospital. Finally, last week, the doctor refused to do a test that she needed unless she checked herself in to the hospital and would stay put for the rest of her pregnancy. It has been a trying time for this couple. The father is Croatian, but the mother is not.

I can't help but feel sad for this family, having their first child in such circumstances. I pray that they will somehow be able to bond with their precious daughter, despite the rigid hospital procedures, which sound so terrible to me. I know the doctors and nurses are only doing what they feel is best, and I am glad we have the technology and knowledge to care for these high-risk situations. I guess what disturbs me the most is the separation of the family, that a baby will not feel its father's loving arms or hear his soothing voice for so long.

If you would, please join me in praying for her.... and I'll keep reminding myself that nothing is impossible with God!

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Camping at the Coast

We returned yesterday from a camping trip to Zadar, which is on the coast of Croatia. It was a short 3 day trip for the Memorial weekend. We pitched our tent within walking distance of the beach, under a canopy of pine trees. One of my favorite things about camping, tent camping in particular, is the sound of nature as I lay inside the tent. Birds singing and the wind gently blowing are two of the most awesome sounds I have ever heard. I felt so contented and at peace as Clara and I rested on the air mattress in the afternoon, listening to the breeze as it gently ruffled our tent, and the birds calling to one another above us.

When we got home, I was extremely thankful for the "luxuries" that a house provides. A bathroom, a kitchen, a refrigerator, a soft bed, air conditioning.... We found out when we arrived at the campground that there were no picnic tables provided. We had to do our cooking over our campstove squatting on the ground above it. There were no fire pits either, so no campfire could be made.

The day that we departed, we woke at 6 am to the sounds of rain pattering on our tent roof. And it lasted until 11:00, all through our pack-up procedure. It was a miserable experience, but quite common in our camping history, as ~D~ was prone to lament and remind us.

We drove through the interesting town of Zadar, which was actually conquered by the Romans at the end of the 3rd century BC. When the Roman Empire split, Zadar became the capital of Byzantine Dalmatia and retained this status until the end of WWI.
Zadar suffered badly in the break-up of former Yugoslavia. The city was shelled by Serbian forces from 1991 to 1993, cutting the city off from both Zagreb and the surrounding region. Much was destroyed and the city's safety remained precarious until the Yugoslav war ended in 1995.

But today, it is a beautiful, peaceful town.



I think it has taken longer for me to find Croatia's beauty. We lived in Sweden for 18 months and found it breathtaking nearly every day we were there. If you find the wildness of Alaska beautiful, you understand something of the beauty of Sweden. Sweden is unpolluted, and abounds with natural lakes, pine forests, and crisp, clean Nordic air. Even in the city of Stockholm, I had the feeling that the countryside was never far away.



Croatia has been much different, and due to those differences, harder for me to truly appreciate. I love it most when we are out of the city and I can see the lay of the land, instead of the concrete buildings or the city buses or the obnoxious mopeds. Our trip to the coast was a refreshing change of atmosphere. I know people are flocking by the thousands now to see the Croatian coast... it has become one of the most popular tourist destinations in the world.



It surely is a beautiful place.

Friday, May 18, 2007

The Closed Castle

Have you ever stuffed your family in the car, along with your out-of-town guests, and traveled through hill and dale to see a castle, only to find out when you get there that there is a huge crane in the front lawn and that the castle is closed due to renovations? No?? Well, that's what we did a couple weeks ago.

It was a beautiful sunny day and we were enjoying the Croatian countryside as we trekked through little villages on our way to Veliki Tabor. Suddenly, in the distance, on a hill far away, the castle came into view.....


As we got closer, I could see the crane jutting up in the air next to the castle, and wondered to myself, "Why is there a CRANE by the castle, for goodness sake?" That "Oh, no, something is wrong" feeling began to creep into my stomach.

We wound our way up the castle hill, closer and closer, until the castle was finally directly in front of us. Another car (the ONLY other car) was parked beside the plastic orange fence, which plainly sent the message we didn't want to hear... CLOSED.

(Lesson Learned: Call Ahead and verify that the castle you want to visit is indeed OPEN, regardless of what the website says. This will save time and prevent embarrassment!)

Like all tourists who have traveled far to their destination, only to find their hopes dashed and their children disappointed, we made our way around the fence so that we could inspect the castle grounds. It was the least we could do, especially since we had brought our poor friends all that way to see the castle. After a quick walk around the castle's "back yard," we could see why it was under renovation... It seemed to be in need of a little TLC.



The panoramic view of the country surrounding the castle must have been even more stunning at the top of the castle's tower than what we were able to see from our on-the-ground vantage point. Katie and I posed for the camera while our children dashed off to inspect more of the castle grounds, no doubt hoping that the back door was somehow left open accidentally.



We tried to make up for the loss by zipping once again through the countryside in hopes of making it to the other famous castle before it closed, but as you can probably guess, we arrived about 15 minutes before closing time. The visit wasn't a total loss though, since we could tour the castle grounds and the lake. Katie and I enjoyed a cappuccino on the floating dock cafe while the kids and my husband rented a paddle boat and had a grand time paddling around the lake.

All in all, it was a great day anyway! We got to see two beautiful Croatian castles, and spend time together with friends that we haven't seen in a few years. I figure this was a day we aren't likely to forget since it didn't turn out at all as we had planned!

Friday, May 11, 2007

A Croatian Poet

Keeper of the Absent

The deserted house comes alive again, it opens and gives away everything it kept in solitude. The odour of mildew, the squeaking of a dilapidated floor. The cracks are familiar with everything that got sneaked in. Only from time to time the wall interior, ever crumblier, becomes visible.


The house, a keeper of the absent and their perpetual yearning. Although chipped at the edges, it collects the thought that has built it. The stars concur from air. Silent, they preserve its shape.

by Andriana Škunca


I like the images that come to mind as I read her poem. I can see the old house, sitting quietly and empty, with only the stars to watch over it. I wonder how the poem changed when it was translated into English?

Andriana Škunca was born in Bjelovar in 1944. When she was a child, her family moved to a small town on the island of Pag. It is this island that she has dedicated most of her poetry to. She began her career as a poet in 1969 and has received the A. B. Šimić Prize for her first collection of poetry, Do neba bijelo. Up till now she has published 20 volumes which contain poetry, essays, and monographs on the visual arts.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Radiance



This painting is by Ivan Rabuzin, a Croatian artist who was born in 1921, the sixth of eleven children. He was a carpenter before he began painting, and he didn't switch to professional painting until 1962. He described himself as ignorant about how to paint (having little formal training,) but he continued to learn and develop his talent by visiting art galleries and reading literature on various artists. He was also a member of the Croatian Parliament.

I have always intended to write more about life in Croatia, to share with you the lives of famous Croatians, and those not so famous. But I haven't done it as much as I had hoped.

Croatians, unlike Americans, are typically negative in their outlook on life. Heroes in their movies die at the end. "Happily Ever After" to them, is so American. Croatians are more likely to see your faults, to be suspicious of you, and to believe the world is not a happy place. This outlook on life seems to be reflected on the faces of the people when I pass them on the street. I typically smile at strangers, look into their eyes, hoping for a smile in return, even just a friendly nod of the head. In most cases, speaking from my personal experience, people remain expressionless or look suspiciously at me, leaving me to wonder if my face is on a "Wanted" poster somewhere and they are trying to identify me so they can turn me in.

This painting however speaks to me of a different type of Croatian... one who looks beyond the stormy clouds of life and sees the beauty in everyday things. Flowers that reach up to be close to the sun are vibrant and rich in color. Those who are below the clouds are dismal and gray. I have no idea what the artist's true message is. I only know how I feel when I look at it, hopeful.

He named it Radiance....

an adjective that means shining or glowing brightly, emanating great joy, love or health, emanating powerfully

I love the idea of living a radiant life.....
Being the flower that glows brightly,
hungering for the warmth of the sun,
connected to the True Vine,
rising above the cares of this life,
just being content in all things.


"..and I saw the glory of the God of Israel coming from the east. His voice was like the roar of rushing waters, and the land was RADIANT with his glory." Ezek. 43:2

(photo from AllPosters)

Friday, April 06, 2007

Easter Traditions in Croatia

Just in case you're curious, here are some of Croatia's Easter traditions....

The Holy Week is called the Big Week(“Veliki tjedan”) in Croatia. On Palm Sunday (“Cvjetnica”), Croatians traditionally go to church and take a small olive twig to be blessed. On Friday, different kinds of fish are eaten. Saturday is the customary day to dye eggs. Easter Sunday involves going to the early morning mass with small baskets filled with food to be blessed; eating a breakfast of ham, eggs, grated horse radish, spring onion and home-made bread; and a dinner of turkey. Little children might also get candy from the Easter Bunny. Easter Monday is for visiting relatives.

One of the oldest traditions is making “klepetaljke” and “cegrtaljke” (very similar to rattles and clappers), particularly popular in central Dalmatia and the Konavle region. Those on the island of Krk are especially interesting: metal plates that hang at the end of a 30cm board produce strong sounds when the device is shaken. In other regions, “klepetaljke” were made differently: small wheels were attached to wooden boards and connected to metal sprockets; the whole device made a rattling noise when pulled.

People used to believe that wine transformed into blood in the body and made people stronger and healthier, and therefore drank it as much as possible for Easter. Documents from the island of Brac show that housewives used to prepare, among other dishes, cod and cabbage — food that makes people thirsty so that they could drink as much as possible.

Since palms can rarely be found on the Adriatic, people mostly use olive or rosemary branches and flowers. Nevertheless, chronicles from the city of Split show that people used to gather on Easter at the only palm tree in the city, located in the garden of a certain inhabitant, in order to collect palm branches. The inhabitants of Brac used to ship palm branches from the island of Vis, where palm trees can be found in abundance, and distribute them to the islanders. The branches were decorated with crosses or wreaths made of ribbons and flowers. This skill was so respected that one decorated branch could be exchanged for Easter bread and 20 colorfully decorated eggs. On the island of Korcula and in the surroundings of Sibenik, olive branches were woven into plaits, while branches were woven into wreaths with crosses in Istria.



Sweet bread (sirnica) is another Easter tradition in Croatia. Made with lots of eggs and sugar, rosewater or orange peel is also added for a sweet smell. Often people dip this sweet bread into a sweet wine called “prosec” to make it taste better. One type of sirnica looks like a baby, and the head is created by a decorated egg. It's called “garitula.”



Coloring and decorating Easter eggs, called “pisanice” (“to write”), is among the oldest Croatian Easter traditions. There are several ways of decorating Easter eggs. The best known method is to use hot liquid wax with the help of pencil-like instruments. After coloring, the wax is removed, revealing the splendid decorations. Before artificial coloring, eggs were colored by being boiled in water with onions, walnuts, roots and herbs. In order to get their shine they were polished with oil before being placed in the basket. Another method of decorating, popular in continental Croatia, was to use a knife, as well as threads of silk and wool, while the third method was to use formic acid. Eggs in the southern part of Croatia are traditionally colored in red and have white star or rosette shaped decorations, while decorations such as pine branches, flowers, circles and spirals are more common in other parts of the country.

Finally, there is one more custom related to Easter eggs - the so-called “tuca” (egg fight). Everyone would choose an egg from the basket and would hit it against their adversary's egg. The winner would be the person whose egg remained intact throughout the “fight.”