Today I went to the home of my husband, the home of my in-laws, and it was quite an affair. His cousin who speaks English walked with me to and from the house, and served as translator over the 4 course meal.
First a mezze, then soup, then the main course schnitzel and potatoes, then the dessert. And of course, wine. His parents tried to talk to me, and vice versa, but we are still much at a loss. Hopefully by the end of my stay here, we will be able to converse at least on some level. The house is old and cold, yes, freezing cold, as the ceilings are quite high and its difficult to heat the whole floor. The place is old, and when you go in there, its like stepping back into time, back into an old Serbia, quite different than the energetic international atmosphere I feel everywhere but there. “Mama” insisted on packing carton after carton of food for me to take back to the hostel, sarma, soup, pastries, chicken and more. I could eat for weeks on this food. After a few hours of awkward, but warm, conversation. It was time to go, and the cousin walked me back, how generous of him to do so.
Tonight my language evaluation was telling. There will be 5 students in my class. A Frenchman who is an adventurer-physicist, a woman from Holland who is an art curator, another girl from Poland who is a volunteer teacher in Montenegro for kids, and one other German girl who we have yet to meet, and of course me, the American pilot who lives in California. What an interesting crowd.
Tonight the 4 of us students went to a cafe after the evaluation where we got to know each other and vowed to try to speak only Serbian to each other after day 3. We’ll see how it goes. Then I ran into my group of friends from Barcelona at the bookshop on my way out, and joined that group for a bit to chat and say goodbye.
Tomorrow is my first day of class and I can’t wait to get started.
Videmose Sutra! 🙂