War and More War

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We traveled to Bosnia last weekend for a 3 day field trip with the students.  The first city we headed to was Mostar, Bosnia. On the way we stopped at our first Turkish town Pociteli, which is also a 9th century walled village but it was very different from the coastal town of the Dalmatian coast. It was our first view of Turkish architecture, with a mosque and slate roofs.

We climbed up to the fort on top and had a beautiful view of the Neum River. In Mostar we saw the 9th century bridge that connected the Islamic side of town to the Christian side of town. It was blown up in 1992, but rebuilt in 2004, using the same technique they used in the 9th century.  We also had a first hand look at the war damage, as many buildings were skeleton ruins, or covered with pock marks from shell hits. We went inside a mosque and climbed to the top of the minaret.  We spent the night in a hotel, and set out for Sarajevo the next morning.

Bosnia is almost all mountains, and there are no highways. We had 2 vans, with 3 seats across, so the middle seat person bounced around on every hairpin curve. Sarajevo is set in a mountain valley and hosted the winter Olympics in 1984. It has since seen a lot of war, with 10,000 deaths in Sarajevo, 1500 of them children.  It has very interesting architecture, a mix of Turkish Ottoman, Austria-Hungarian, and new modern Islamic buildings, with a mosque every few blocks. We started out in the old city Turkish Souk, which was crowded with Saturday shoppers. I took a group photo of my students in front of a Islamic water fountain, and Bill noticed a young man in a t-shirt sitting in front of the students with his girlfriend.  His T-shirt was from The House of Guitars, Rochester, NY.  He was from Slovenia. Small world.  

I bought some examples of "trench art", which are hammered decorated vases made out of bomb shell casings.  You can buy anything in the Souk, much like a Moroccan souk, with narrow alleys and wares piled high.  Eating was tough in Bosnia for vegetarians, they are big meat eaters. Not much English is spoken here, so it was hard to figure out what to order. Maya did well as she survived on kabobs and civapis (lamb sausage in flat breads). We saw the Assassination Bridge where the Archduke was assassinated and WWI started, and went inside a Serbian Orthodox cathedral. 

The next day, we took the rode less traveled, 5 hours of hairpin turns to get to a National Park and the last remaining virgin forest in Europe. There a huge monument stands to honor the WWII battle (Sutjeska) where 3000 troops died fighting the Germans in a battle that was the turning point of the war. Back in the van for another 3 hours of bouncing around, going through Serbian part of Bosnia, where Zoran said we couldn't even stop for food. Why? Because if they see the Croatian licence plate, they will spit in our food. There was a concentration camp at Bileca, where many Serbians died at the hands of the Croatian.  We are all getting a little weary of war, imagine a history where there is no war. When we finally arrived back in Dubrovnik, it felt like home.

Traveling With Maya Doolittle Miles

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We had a scheduled trip to the tiny country of Montenegro on Saturday, but ran into problems crossing the border.  We had a van with 8 students and a rental car with Maya, Bill and myself. But one of my students is from India, and despite trying to have all the proper papers, they would not let her cross for the day. So Bill, Maya, and myself drove her back to Dubrovnik, and sent the students ahead to Montenegro.  We will have to go there for a day trip later. It was kind of cloudy anyway, so we stopped on the way back and drove up to the fort on Mount Srg. Maya was happy to find a herd of horses to tame. Everywhere we go, that child finds animals. Mount Srg is the big mountain behind Dubrovnik, there is a fort on the top that was used in both WWII and the recent 1991 war. From Mount Srg you can see Bosnia (only 4 miles away) and Dubrovnik. Dubrovnik was very hard hit during the war, and most people left for Canada, Germany, and the US. Some have returned. My landlord, Dado and Katja, spent 5 years in London. Most people I meet have been in the US or Canada and returned here.  The people who stayed all had a rough time. They lived in the hotels without running water. The soldiers who stayed and fought from the fort on Mount Srg are called the Defenders of Dubrovnik. If you saw a map of this area with the number of bomb hits you would cry, over 300 bombs hit the Olde Town directly.

Today Bill had a bad cold so Maya and I went to the island of Lokrum, which is just off shore from olde town.  The island has a botanical garden, a fort, monastery ruins, and wild peacocks (which Maya fed her lunch to). Croatia is a kid's playground. There are no rules, lots of rocks, ruins, and walls to climb on, and Croatians are fairly tolerant of children. Zoran, the culture teacher at the college, warned my students; "Croatia does not have litigation, people expect you to use common sense."  Unfortunately Maya has not made any Croatian friends yet, I will have to help her connect with some, perhaps she will need to go to the local school for a visit. She has found a kitten she is quite attached to and feeds every morning. It lives in some bushes near our apartment, she has named him, he is very tiny. She tried to sneak him into our apartment in my purse.  Trouble.

Church of Sprouts and Brotherhood of Korcula

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Easter is really a BIG event in Croatia. It lasts from Palm Sunday to the Monday after Easter. There are decorated eggs in the market, dyed in onion skins to a deep red, with fine wax designs. Maya and my students tried dying eggs Croatian style, in our kitchen. We lost something in the translation (like when to hard boil them, before we dyed, or after?).  If I was in the U.S. I could go into a Target, and get a little kit with everything I need.  But in Croatia, everyone told me, get a stick from a tree, stick a needle in it, melt wax with a candle, and draw the designs on the egg. Throw the eggs in with the onion skins to dye. Much thanks to Bill for cleaning up the wax mess we all made. 

We went on a day field trip, up the winding coastal road, to a town called Korcula, that has a Stations of the Cross procession on Good Friday, that dates from the 9th century.  Another thing about Dubrovnik, there are NO highways. The only way out is winding coastal roads. To fit all the students we had a van (with driver) and a rental car.  I drove the rental car, and I am getting quite good on coastal roads with no guard rails and no passing lanes.

We stopped on the way up at the wine area of Peljesac.  They grow grapes along the Adriatic coast that makes 3 kinds of wine, depending on which side of the mountain the grapes grow.  We even went through the tunnel that was dug to the coastal side, so you don't have to carry the grapes over the mountain.  My students had lots of fun at the wine cellar tasting wine, while Maya discovered the most beautiful dog in Croatia, and she had PUPPIES!

Korcula (alleged home of Marco Polo) is a mini-walled city on an island. We took a short car ferry to the island.  All the churchs were open and decorated for Good Friday.  My favorite was a small chapel that had big bowls of bright green sprouts everywhere (along with Jesus on the cross).  After waiting hours, the procession finally started, all the Brotherhoods of Korcula marched around with big candles and crosses, many men carried their baby sons.  All wore white capes with red crosses on the back, and sang holy songs.  After rounding up the students, we made it to the last ferry off the island, and drove home the long and winding road.

Weekend of Wall Walking

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Finally, Bill and Maya arrived on April Fool's Day.  Bill's suitcase did not arrive, it was the usual "Welcome to Croatia".  The next morning Croatian Air brought Bill's suitcase to our apartment. Bill and Maya are adapting well.  Maya spent many hours exploring the apartment, the 2 balconies, and the real working shutters.  Croatian's use their shutters, they close them for warmth and light control, they have little cranks to open the louvers and mounts outside to keep them from flapping in the wind. When they are closed, the room is pitch dark.

Spring also arrived this weekend, and all the flowers burst open and the big cruise ships arrived.

On Saturday I took my class by bus back to the city of STON, where we all got sunburned, walked on walls, and drank beer and ate oysters.  Today, the Art History teacher took my class on a private tour of the great wall of Dubrovnik.  It was Palm Sunday, and every time she started talking, one of the church's bell towers would ring. It was a great privilege to go on this tour with her, because she was one of the people in charge of the restoration of Dubrovnik after the war.  After the tour we went home to do laundry, Croatian's do nor use dryers, so I have to plan the laundry with the weather.  Princess Maya complains "the towels are hard, stiff." I am getting better at hanging, I no longer have pointy tips coming out of my t-shirt shoulders.

Tonight we went for a stroll down the promanade that goes right in front of our apartment.  Toward the beach there was a small inflatable gym (big bouncy blow up slides for kids).  Maya went in and started jumping with the girls to Croatian Rock and Roll, before long she had 3 girl friends, who seemed to know some English. More adventures to come. Maya is going to start her own BLOG next week, be warned, it might be all street cat photos.