Christmas Eve, Cake, and Red Wine

Potica, a cake with walnut filling

I can’t feel my lips.

I can barely find the keys on the keyboard.

This is how it happened.

I went downstairs to give the dog the Christmas bone I bought for him.  He didn’t want to take it at first.  Finally he did but I don’t know what he did with it, probably hid it somewhere.

My landlady was outside,  gathering firewood or something.  So I say to her, “Vesel Bozic”, which means Merry Christmas.  She says back to me, “Enako” (you too) and a bunch of other stuff I don’t understand.

She comes up the steps and basically I am kidnapped.  Again.

Crazy American in the middle of nowhere

Trees near my house

I went out with my camera again this afternoon and took some pictures near my house.  This is one of the few that weren’t blurry.

I come back home to find my landlord, along with half the neighbors, chopping up pig parts in the basement.  They all look at me.  I freeze for a second as the language barrier kicks in, then I remember to say “Dan“, which they answer equally shyly.  I give my landlord the rent and he takes it in his big hard palm, stained with  pig-part grease, and says  “Thank you,” in English.