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Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Calvert, Texas


Driving through central Texas on Highway 6, we visited the historic town of Calvert to take a look around. Having driven through it many times, but always in a hurry to get to my destination, I never considered stopping.  We are so glad we took the time to explore this neat town.
Along with its Victorian charm, we discovered it was, at one time, the 4thlargest town in the state.  In the 19th century, it was a bustling community filled with theaters, hotels, plantations and thriving businesses.  Their biggest industry was cotton, boasting one of the (if not THE) largest gins in the world. With the arrival of the Texas Central Railway, Calvert became a major cotton shipping point. 
The town suffered a decline after the end of the Civil War with a yellow fever epidemic and later with the completion and competition of Interstate 35.  However, there has been a strong and successful revitalization effort breathing new life into Calvert.  The historic buildings on Main Street are being renovated and new businesses are moving in.
Today, the town is filled with art galleries, cafes, and antique shops and Victorian houses have been converted to bed and breakfasts.  The historical value hasn't diminished though.  Just about any building you can enter, you would be passing through the same doors that Texans have previously since the 1800's.
There was a time I didn't give much thought to these small rural towns, other than they were notorious for speed traps. But to see so much Texas history preserved in Calvert reminded me how important these communities are to our state.  Maybe those from outside of Texas will think so as well.  
On your next road trip,  make an excursion to an old town as part of your journey. Take a look around. Eat some lunch. Buy a gift. I bet you find much more than just a Dairy Queen.
Lady Liberty standing in front of the historic Eloia Theater.
Boutiques abound!
Build in 1879 by the Oscar Family.


Built in 1874,  the popular chocolate shop and French Bistro, Cocoamoda now calls this home. 



Renovation in progress.





Tuesday, July 9, 2013

My Life in Kenya

Ok, so I have to explain the title.  There is a British comedy, As Time Goes By, with Judi Dench that I have watched on PBS for 2 decades.  Dench's husband on the show, Lionel Hardcastle, wrote a book called My Life in Kenya about some time he spent there.  Much of the show is based around the writing, publishing and promotion of this not so successful book. The show is hilarious, especially when people ask Lionel, "What's your book about?" Duh.

Today at my eye doctor appointment, I met a man from Kenya.  He is the assistant to my doctor (who is also Kenyan) and has lived here for several years.  We struck up a conversation about travelling and I told him about my project of studying other cultures.  I didn't even have to ask him about his life in Kenya.  He offered it completely unsolicited. 

One of the most interesting things he told me was when he first came to the US he was very surprised that when meeting people they would ask "What do you do?"  He didn't understand why they wanted to know this.  In Kenya no one asks you what you do.  Instead, they ask how you and your family are doing.  So he would keep asking his friends, "Why do people keep asking me what I do?"

Does this mean that Americans are more interested in what you do as opposed to who you are?  I don't believe so. There are so many different ways to make a living here, I think most of us are just interested in learning about them.  Like when you hear that someone manufactures and sells ring binders to large corporate accounts.  You think, huh, ring binders?  Well, why not?

Another story he told me was when you want to visit a friend in Keyna, you just show up to their house.  It's not uncommon for the visit to last 2-4 hours.  If you show up to a friend's house in the US they ask, "What do you want?"  An unexpected visit implies an emergency of some kind.

I would like to think that the idea of unexpected friendly visits sounds great to me.  But you know that feeling you get that makes your skin itch...when someone comes to the door and you have no makeup on and your hair is a disaster and your kitchen looks like it exploded?  Not exactly a set up for a relaxing visit.  The Kenyans must know something we do not.

He's lived in the United States long enough now that when he goes back to Kenya for a visit he suffers from reverse culture shock.  He thinks everything runs too slow paced and he gets frustrated. I think it just proves we can adapt to any living condition. 

And we are all the same...just the details are different.

I never considered Kenya on my list of possibilities.  But I think I might like to write  my own version of "My Life in Kenya".

Monday, July 1, 2013

Croatia Joins the EU

Croatia joined the European Union as its 28th member today.  An historic and exciting day, for sure.  One of the great objectives of the EU is to provide peace and stability to a continent that has had, shall we say, some difficulty in that department.  Economic development and better opportunity in world trade are also some of the other important goals of the EU.  The whole is greater than the sum of its parts, so to speak. 

I'm not enough of an economist, world historian, or fortune teller to say if joining the EU will solve the problems of Europe. But I do believe that moving forward and always looking for ways to improve are important objectives for anyone. 

I know many of the Croats I spoke with during my trip were apprehensive about the accession.   But I am very hopeful that this is a positive move and Croatia will continue to grow stronger.  I look forward to following this great country's new journey.

My Croatian friend from Bjelovar posted on her blog about it.  I'm attaching the link because I think it is important to get some local perspective.

http://ireality2.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-next-day.html


Tuesday, June 18, 2013

My Croatian Trip Comes to an End


By the time I began preparing for my last scheduled visit in Croatia I had already spoken with a couple hundred students and adults.  Like everything in this remarkable country, what these people shared with me left me amazed.  Every answer to my questions carried the same component: profound love for their country and their way of life.  This was heard in the way they told me about all of the beautiful places to see, in the way they celebrate their favorite holidays eating typical Croatian food with their families, in the way their chests puff up when they talk about their national soccer team, how delicately they speak of their war of independence, how they have always considered themselves Croats first no matter who was controlling the country, and how they will never take for granted their coveted relaxed lifestyle.   

So I showed up to my last day of classes at The Faculty of Teacher Education of the University of Zagreb expecting to hear these same responses.   These particular students are studying to be teachers of English and are all proficient speakers.  Of course they speak with Croatian accents, but with a detectable American slant.  Certainly access to American TV has a lot to do with this.   The older Croatians speak with a British accent, having learned "proper British English".  (I am giggling to myself about that!) 

I set up my video camera at the front of the class and no student would take a seat within 15 feet of it. They clumped together in the back of the class as if suspicious of gamma ray emissions. It's interesting how the adults have been very aware of that camera and the kids hardly noticed it. 



I began by sharing with them the misconceptions that I learned that most Croatians have about America and vice versa.  I think we all agreed that 300 million Americans cannot all be fat and lazy. And certainly the official language of Croatia is not Russian.  Then I spoke about my impressions-first and foremost how unexpectedly beautiful their country is and secondly their wonderful lifestyle that we as Americans do not have.  I then asked them how many wanted to leave after they graduated for a job abroad and it was practically unanimous.   The general consensus in Croatia is there will not be enough good jobs for these kids after graduation.  Therefore, everyone must leave or settle for what their country has to offer. 

It was at this point in the conversation that I started to feel a certain amount of frustration that these students did not see what I saw and just how fortunate they are to live where they live.   Where they see embarrassing dilapidated buildings I see history and charm.  Where they see lack of progress, I see delightful contentment.  Many people around the world aspire to come to America, the land of opportunity.  Just cross the border and a great paying job is waiting for you.  And the truth is we do have many, many great jobs.  But they come at a price.  We are a land of millions of people competing for those best paying jobs, with more and more immigrating here everyday.  To be competitive we work tirelessly and sacrifice much.  Then when and if we get a desirable job we have to continue the self sacrifice to maintain our competitive edge or risk losing it.  The sacrifices we make unfortunately come directly from our quality of life.  Most of us fall victim to keeping up with the Jones', especially in the area I live. Because of this, people are killing themselves to get more and have more. He who dies with the most toys wins.  So we keep working harder, sacrificing more. The only social interaction that comes with an American at coffee time are the 20 seconds of pleasantries shared with the Starbucks barista.  Conversation and enjoyment are replaced with a piece of stale lemon cake that we shove in our mouths while we carefully try not to dribble crumbs in our laps that we are sure will be stuck to the back of our pants when we get out of our car. By the way, the idea of eating in your car is virtually an unheard of practice in Croatia. And "to go" coffee is a brand new product offered in Bjelovar just last year. I am not making this up. 

I guess what I am trying to say is, how wonderful is the place where quality of life is paramount and  character is not defined by your zip code.  

It sometimes takes a stranger, an outsider, to help someone see what has always been right in front of them. I hope my visit encouraged those who I spoke with to see their country and culture through a fresh set of eyes and appreciate once more all of the wonderful qualities it has to offer.  It is difficult, to say the least, of how moved I was from every second of my trip.  I have never experienced such genuine hospitality.  I made friendships that I will take with me always (thank goodness for Facebook!) and I am now a loyal Nescafe drinker.  I already miss Croatia and my new friends and all I can think of is when can I go back?!
I have attached 3 letters from some of these university students I spoke with.  Their assignment was to summarize my talk with their own opinions of my impressions.  As you will read, the students seem to have genuinely been affected by not only my visit but my impressions. 
Since I have been home, I have received messages from some of the teachers that their students want more visits like mine. “The students were thrilled to have Chris visit” was what one wrote. Hopefully my blog will inspire more people to visit, study, and learn about the wonderful country of Croatia.  I thank my lucky stars I did.
 



A summary of our interview with Chris Ziober
May 23rd, 2013


By Filip Šarić
It was an interesting interview, definitely. As she walked into the room, the first thing she did was set up a sophisticated looking camera on a black tripod. This caused a stir with the female part of the group, and a lot of hair fixing ensued. Then, she asked her first question.
            Then the second and the third and so on. These were banal questions at first, which soon developed into a full scale discussion. Discussion sounds very strict and official, however, it was more of a conversation. We talked about her past experiences in Hungary and, more recently, in Koprivnica and Bjelovar. I believe this was the first time I had the chance to see a foreigner’s view of our country. You have your opinion of other countries, naturally, but you rarely think of your own in such a way. At least I don’t.
            We talked about stereotypes. With a particular focus on how the world (and Croats) see Americans. Most of us knew that these stereotypes are pure nonsense, but it’s different when coming from an American. A Texan. no less. This was another thing. Apparently, Texas is only 15% or so desert. This is the complete opposite of what I used to believe. The media; I blame the media.
            We talked briefly about various holidays and came to the conclusion that we, as Croats, have significantly more free time on our hands. The country might be worse off for it, and we might be struggling with this great economic crisis and everything, but the lifestyle could very well be worth it. No one in America has the habit of going out for a cup of coffee and a two-hour conversation. They’re too busy for that. This makes me wonder.
            Connected with this was the topic concerning our future. Chris asked us what we wanted of life, where do we see ourselves and this opened the door to another conversation about the differences between Croatia and the US. This also opened up the topic of our political situation, and the fact that things don’t really seem to be improving. However, she mentioned that, from what we said, things do seem to be improving after all, which is another thing that made me wonder.
            As I’ve mentioned before, this is the first time I saw our country through the eyes of a foreigner. Moreover, a foreigner here to observe the country and the people. It was an eye-opening experience and I can’t help but feel more optimistic for the future. My burning desire to leave as soon as possible has been somewhat sedated and I’m thinking, maybe things just aren’t so bad here after all. I owe Chris a big thank you for that.
 
SUMMARY
CONVERSATION WITH CHRIS ZIOBER
HELD ON 23rd May 2013

by Anja Kelemen

On 23rd of May my class had a guest. Her name is Chris Ziober and she comes from Texas, United States. She used to work in a boutique but now she is travelling around the world and exploring different customs and cultures. One of the places to visit on her world map is Croatia. She visited Bjelovar, Koprivnica and Zagreb. 
When I first saw her, she seemed very happy, positive and cheerful. She was wearing a bright pink shirt which only showed her upbeat personality. She showed us some photos she took while visiting Bjelovar and Koprivnica and expressed her admiration to our beautiful landscape and nature.
Our conversation was based on Croatian customs as well as our lifestyle and the way they differ to the American. We talked about our education system, and how we thought it was different from the American one, but has more similarities than we thought. We talked about cheating in exams and came to conclusion that we do cheat and get away with it like for instance underage drinking in public, but in USA cheating on tests and breaking the law are severely punished, as it should be in Croatia. 
One of the topics were holidays and how we celebrate them and we came to conclusion that we Croatians have many day-offs and go to the seaside often whereas Americans rarely have a week off and have no time to go on a holiday. She was quite surprised with how majority of us have a house on the seaside where we take our vacations which made it clear for her the amount of time we spend on holidays.
Another topic was our future, what do we want to do and are we planning to leave our country. She was quite surprised to see our nodding heads when she mentioned the opportunity to work abroad. We explained our dissatisfaction with the government and the general way things work around here with which she agreed and understood the reasons why majority of us wants to leave.
I was very happy she opened our conversation by talking about our stereotypes we have about the Americans as well as our general misbeliefs. At the very beginning we talked about a somewhat delicate topic but just by talking about it we made them disappear and were able to talk about everything. The USA and Croatia are two different worlds but both countries belong to one world. By coming to our country and talking about her culture and comparing it to our, Chris connected those two different worlds and she will continue to do so with many other countries and cultures as she continues to travel to other places and meet new and different customs.
To conclude, I am so glad I met Chris and one day I want to continue her work in trying to overcome the differences and showing to everyone how beautiful and diverse the world is. I am thankful she showed me how with hard work a person can achieve everything and do what he or she truly wants and loves. I hope I will be able to be as successful as she is, but until then, I will follow her blog spot and dream about the big things that are ahead of me. 
Not running away 
by Tamara Maljcov
The frogs from the creek next to my building wake me up. Though I live fifteen minutes from the centre of Zagreb, the capital of my country, the nature that surrounds me somehow reflects the nature of the countryside, and I find this soothing. It's early in the morning, and as I walk my dog I observe the place I've been living in for the last 23 years.

Not much has changed over the years. There are some new buildings on my right, rugby field on my left. That rusty old wooden hut still proudly standing in the middle. A few gardens located on the no man's land, that some pensioners have usurped. That poor drunk who feeds cats every morning sits on the bench and waves me hello. I slowly walk back home, get dressed and go to my lectures at the faculty.    
I've always wanted to be a teacher, though it is a hard, underpaid and not appreciated enough a job. Still, I don't let the voices of the crowd bring me down. I know what it's like to make ends meet. My parents don't burden me with their financial issues; still, I can't help but see the struggle and the sacrifices they have to make every day. The life we live has prepared me for that same struggle I see taking place in my future.

Everybody talks about leaving. Everybody my age that is. They say it's no use living in a corrupted, broken country. A country that provides no opportunity for employment, doesn't export our goods, sells its parts bit by bit for a minimum fee. A government that makes us all sheep, steals from us, decreases our salary and increases the costs of living. Who would want to live in such a country? What did we fight for?
I ride the bus and observe the kids in it. Did I dress like this when I was in high school? Branded clothes, i-Phone in one hand, cigarette in another. They’re talking about cheating on an exam. Talking about the uselessness of studying. Talking about an influential relative who would hire them after graduation. "When everyone is cheating, deceiving one another, why can't we."  I see it as a survival issue. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.  We don't see that we are becoming like the people that repress us. This is the easy way out. This is running away.
We focus on material goods, so we go in debt.  We take our coffee break regularly, and curse about this country, our politicians, and our problems. We praise God and family, but talk about leaving them in pursuit of a better life. We hate that we were born here, but during soccer season, when the players run out on that green field representing Croatia, we all unite. Proud as hell, singing patriotic songs together, crying and laughing...  
I go to work in the evening. As I walk through Ban Jelačić square, I think to myself how I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I get home exhausted, but my mom has made štrukle [1]and I am so happy I could cry. My father got upset while watching the news again so I turn to him and say that it will get better. We talk about our day. They say that they're going on the sea-side this weekend. They need to take a rest, get rid of that everyday stress. "If we're going down, we might as well go down in style" they say with a laugh. Something a typical Croat would say.
They are too old to make a change, but we're not. So I'm not running away. This is my home. This is my creek. Those are my frogs. I will work hard, but enjoy my cup of coffee while sitting on a sunny terrace. My father fought for this. I wouldn't wanna let him or this beautiful country I call my own down.
I thank God for my family, my friends, and the štrukli on my plate. :)


[1] a traditional meal that comes from Zagorje, a part of  nortwestern Croatia
 
 











Thursday, June 6, 2013

Austin My Austin

This is an old blog post I wrote a few years ago that I thought would fit in with the Lifedigs stories...

As we drove through Round Rock on our way to Austin for a quick overnight stay, my mouth hung open at the miles and miles of thick commercial development. What was once rolling cow pasture was now an outlet mall. What was once a two lane road connecting Round Rock to Austin (Hwy 1325) was now an eight lane super highway complete with mix master and toll booth that I think you can see from space. Every square inch of land that borders I-35 is filled with restaurants, car dealerships and big box stores.
My first bridal shop was off of Main Street in downtown Round Rock in the 90’s. It sat just west of the Dell Computer Headquarters when Dell had a total of five buildings. From the looks of it, Dell could probably qualify for its own zip code now. I was a member of the Round Rock Chamber of Commerce then. We would have monthly mixers where the local business owners would get together and discuss how to bring new business to the area. We averaged about 25 members at each function. I guess those mixers really paid off. The retail and restaurant industries have definitely found Round Rock, Texas.
We drove down the toll way towards the Arboretum area in Austin to find the hotel we were staying in. I didn’t recognize anything. The new highway made everything look so different I never could get my bearings. Everywhere I looked I saw a depressing amount of concrete. Only because a sign said Braker Lane did I know to turn off the highway. We checked into the hotel and I was a little relieved that the landscaping was looking a little more Austin-ish. The property was filled with live oaks and thick green ground cover.
When we woke up the next morning we decided to find our old neighborhood. We lived off of Far West Boulevard, the same area I had relocated my bridal shop when I expanded the business. When we got back on Mopac and drove down a mile or two, I had to blink twice to make sure my eyes were not deceiving me. Right on the highway was a big beautiful white building bearing the name Neiman Marcus. This did not compute in my brain. Neiman’s in Austin? When we lived here the Austinite “uniform” was Teva sandals, a Dell gimme shirt and patchouli cologne. Austin prides itself in a very organic (if not hippie) lifestyle. But apparently Neiman Marcus thought Austin fit their demographic. Could it be that Austin has changed? Had it join the ranks of DFW in metropolitan living? In the ten years we’ve been away did our town have the nerve to grow and develop without us? How rude.
We turned onto Far West Boulevard and immediately things looked better. The condominium complex we lived in was still there and except for a fresh coat of paint looked exactly the same. Same HEB grocery store, same post office, same Wendy’s, same beautiful live oaks. I was starting to relax…until I tried to find my bridal shop. The shopping strip where it was located had several new businesses. That’s to be expected except they seemed to be lower end stores. That worried me a bit. When I found where my shop should have been it was just a big space with the windows covered up in black sheeting. I think I had heard somewhere that it was moving (expanding I hope!) We drove over to Anderson Lane and recognized even more restaurants and stores. Suzi’s, one of the best Asian restaurants was still there, Louis Shanks Furniture and of course, Austin Nuts (I wonder if they knew how apropos the name would be all those years ago?) I found my relocated bridal shop in a newly renovated shopping strip across from the Alamo Draft House (now that was a place that sounded interesting! ) Looking in at all of the beautiful dresses and tiaras I was warped back in time when all that was my life. It made my heart race a little. All in all the shop looked very nice, not the way I would have done it but nice nonetheless.
The kids were starting to whine about being bored and hungry so we trekked over to central Austin to find some place to eat that looked familiar. A lot might have changed driving into to Austin but this part of town was exactly the same. Old houses converted into funky little businesses and restaurants with xerascaped front yards still line the streets. Mike and I looked at each other with big smiles on our faces. This was the Austin we knew and loved. We turned off of 35th street onto Lamar and were greeted by EZ’s. Eaten there a hundred times. We decided to make it a hundred and one. Everything was exactly the same.
Finally, with a little sadness we started to make our way out of town towards our beach vacation. I hadn’t thought much of Austin these past years. Raising kids and growing a business seems to monopolize my time. So I was surprised to learn that under my ultra-conservative exterior, after all this time, the hippie in me lives on. Thank goodness it lives on in Austin, too.

 

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Blog Followers from Russia

It's been fascinating to read the reports that Blogspot provides me of which countries my readers are located.  Of course, the largest following has been the US, followed by Croatia.  But the next largest readership has been Russia.  I think this is so interesting because I don't know anyone there.  After that, it seems to be evenly spread among other European countries.  If you are following this blog from Russia (or any of the other countries) I would love to hear from you. Feel free to leave a comment on this blog or email me directly and let me know something about yourself and how you know about it. 

I will spend this summer working on the Croatian project.  There is much to do but it taking shape nicely. I am already thinking about my next project, however.  There is a short list of countries I am interested in but no decisions have been made.  If anyone has any recommendations or particular countries that you think I should consider, let me know!!

Lifedigs is now of Facebook.  It was just created yesterday so it will take some time to get everything loaded.  Below is the link.

https://www.facebook.com/#!/Lifedigs?fref=ts

Friday, May 31, 2013

Bjelovar


On a sunny Monday morning, I took a bus from Zagreb to the rural town of Bjelovar.  I was told there was no train to this destination so I wondered just how rural it might me.  Once we got out of the urban-ness of Zagreb the landscape quickly turned into the charming but typical Croatian country side complete with colorful houses clumped together in quaint little villages.  One particular village with rolling hills was exceptionally interesting and I wondered briefly if I could get the driver to stop for me so I could take pictures.  Croatia might be one of the friendliest places on Earth but I was pretty sure that scenario wasn't going to happen.

Steps to Gloria
When the bus arrived at the station I suddenly got very nervous that once again I was about to meet a complete stranger who I would live with for 3 days.   Would we get along? Would I feel like a burden the whole time?  What I would not yet know is my host, Slavica, and I were so much alike we were destined to become great friends. She found me right off and whisked me away in her car to her private language school, Gloria Foreign Language Center.  Of course, we immediately sat down for coffee and we talked about the history of her school and Bjelovar.  I got the grand tour of her language center where not only is English taught, but German, Italian, and Spanish as well.  The students are from ages of about 5 all the way to adult. Beginning at 5 o'clock that same afternoon I will get to visit all of the classes.  Slavica was concerned that many of the students were so scared to talk to me (a native speaker) that they might not show.  I could not imagine anyone being afraid to talk to me.

http://www.gloria-bj.com/

We then made our way over to her home, a 3 level house in a quiet neighborhood.  She explained the office was in the basement, her mother lived on the middle floor and she and her husband lived on the top floor.  I was supposed to stay with her mother (who was not there at the moment) but she and her
husband had decided instead to give me their bedroom and they would sleep on the couch in the living room.  Can you imagine how mortified I was?  I insisted that I would sleep on the couch but in typical Croatian hospitality it fell on deaf ears.  It was already settled.


Bjelovar's Park in the center of town, lovely.



Slavica had planned for us to have lunch at a vineyard in the village of Jabuceta, just outside of town called Vinarija Coner.  The owner of the vineyard and restaurant also owns a pharmacy and wellness center in town.  I would get to visit the wellness center later. We got a tour of the vineyards that are back-dropped by the most picturesque hillsides you have ever seen.  Many people have thought these photos were of Tuscany.  I said "no, better..."  Igor, our  host and tour guide for the day gave us the  tutorial of the vineyard, the grapes and the processing.  I would like to say I understood it all but I was in such awe of the beauty that I struggled to keep up. Afterwards we went back to the restaurant for lunch.  The new building was state-of-the-art and the restrooms were the most modern I had ever seen in Europe.  Igor guided us through the menu and the specialties of the house and recommended which wine would complement our meals.  I typically don't drink alcohol but immediately it appeared I might insult our host (we were at a vineyard after all) so I shut my mouth and accepted it graciously. The food was amazing, but entirely too much, especially after drinking wine.  I was afraid I might make a total idiot of myself on the first day at the language school.  So what was the solution?  Drink more coffee!
Did you know that Croatia looked like this??


Always prepared for some hill climbing...
Slavica and Igor

Grapes in their infancy






The restaurant's patio. http://www.vinarija-coner.hr/


My new friends.

Wine Vats
With full tummies we dragged ourselves back to the Language Center and I began with the 5 year olds for my first class.  They were new learners of the language and were proud to show off their skills.   Each introduced themselves in English with soft little Croatian accents.  Their teacher, Anita, had them sing a few songs for me.  I'm not sure if it was exhaustion but I got choked up and had to disguise the lump in my throat.


After that it was a series of head spinning as I ran from one class to another, taking video and photos and  conducting interviews.  One of my first interviews was with the head of trauma from the local hospital, Dr. Steven.  He was very interesting and he wanted to talk politics, medicine, and the differences in our two countries' healthcare system.   He had a lot to say, and sometimes I felt a little in over my head, but it was fascinating to get his view points.



My interview with Dr. Steven 

When classes were over about 9:30 I was thoroughly wiped out.  We got back to Slavica's home (her mother was still not there) and I finally got to meet her husband, Cino.  He was watching TV and what do you think was on?  His favorite...you are never going to believe this...the NBA.  And according to Slavica, it's always on!  I'm pretty sure the NBA doesn't play any European teams so I didn't really understand the appeal.  But I'm not a basketball fan so it's all lost on me anyway.  I asked him if he knew who Mark Cuban was and he said, "Of course!! Mark Cuban!"  Well, there you go. Mr. Cuban's notoriety precedes him everywhere.  Still feeling incredibly guilty that I've kicked Slavica and Cino out of their bed I hit the hay.  The guilt didn't last long because I was asleep in seconds.

The next day I got to take a tour of the operations side of a local bank.  I have a background in banking so I found it pretty similar to banking in the US.  Probably the biggest difference is there is a lot of processing of business between countries at this bank.  The employees were excited to show off their workplace even if they were a little anxious about speaking with a native speaker.  We visited, over coffee of course, and it dawned on me yet again how similar our countries are.  When it was time to leave they gave me a bag of presents including an awesome oversized beach towel with their bank's name, and other goodies.  A part of me wanted to mention that American banks no longer give away gifts such as these to customers because they can be considered income and are taxable but I decided that was "too much information".  But I am glad it's not a problem in Croatia because that was one of my favorite souvenirs of the trip.

Before and after (and sometimes during) our little outings we stopped for coffee and sometimes a treat.  It's always the same.  Everything comes to a stop and we enjoy our coffee break.  Sometimes in an outdoor café, sometimes at home and sometimes at work. When I first got to Croatia I was so antsy during these little breaks.  I just wanted to keep moving.  But after a while I really started to enjoy them and became much more relaxed.  Croatia is agreeing with me.
 
I spent another evening in classes with mostly high schoolers this time.  Boy do they have some strong opinions!  The teenagers are very curious how academics between the two countries compare.  What I learned is Croatian students have 16 required subjects each year.  How is this possible, I wondered.  There is only so much time in the day.  It's structured similar to college courses.  Not every class meets every day.  Some classes might only meet once or twice a week.  But when you think about being responsible for material for 16 different subjects, well, it's pretty impressive.  These kids are very disciplined students and a high percentage of them want to pursue a career in medicine.  I think they will succeed.

I had several interviews with adults that evening, mostly they were students' parents.  When asked, each one of them said they would never want to leave their home country.  However, they did hope their children would study abroad and possibly find jobs abroad as well.  This hope for a better future for their children in not unique to Croatians, only the circumstances.

 
On Wednesday my excursion for the day was to a local cattle farm owned by the parents of one two of Slavica's students, Matej and Mia.  You might be thinking, aren't there cows in Texas?  Yes and Croatian cows don't seem to be any different than their Texas counterparts.  But it was still fascinating to see it.  Matej explained to us that they will begin production of  bio fuels on a portion of their land in the near future.  Successful and leading edge...very impressive.  We ended the tour with lunch at a seafood restaurant in town.  I got calamari (and more coffee).  It was fresh and wonderful, as always.

Matej and Slavica
After lunch Slavica treated me to a massage and new hair do at the Coner Wellness Center.  I have
been in Croatia for 10 days I have not been able to pay for a single thing.  This is Croatian hospitality.  I have threatened to hide money in their plants if they don't allow me to pay for
something.  My threats are ignored.  My massage was amazing and if you haven't seen the Facebook pictures so was my new "do". 
Wednesday night was my last night in Bjelovar.  There seemed to be an electric charge in the air at the language school.  I heard Slavica say it's Texas at Gloria and I thought she meant because I was there.  No, the "Texas" reference is to when the atmosphere is a little crazy and wild they call it Texas.  So, it was Texas at Gloria Language Center that evening.  One class put on a special presentation for me, sharing with the class all of the fun facts of Texas.  Everyone was surprised to hear that Texas is only 10% desert.  Most of them thought it was entirely the desert.  Another class brought me an ornament of the town's crest and all of the students  signed it on the back.  My last class of the day was a group of high energy elementary school age kids who seemed very excited to have me.  Towards the end of the class one of the little girls started chanting "Chris is the best!" I should have asked for that in writing!!




Miss Martina's Class


Miss Anita's Class


So, all the interviews and classes in Bjelovar are done.  I spent my last night at Slavica's home.  As we drove up I notice her mother's portion of the home is still dark.  Ok, I've been here 3 days and I've never seen her mother.  Before I can stop myself the words "I don't' think your mother exists" popped out of my mouth.  Slavica starts cracking up and as we pulled up to the house her mother shows up out of nowhere with her aunt.  They all had a good laugh about what I said and I'm glad it's dark because I've turned all shades of red.

The next morning we get up early and Slavica drove me back to Zagreb.  It was with a heavy heart I said goodbye to Bjelovar.  It was as beautiful and charming on the outside as its people were on the inside. A huge thanks to everyone for their hospitality.  I already miss you.


AROUND TOWN IN BJELOVAR

 


Such neat and manicured properties.

 

There must be a law that everyone have beautiful flowers on their property!

 

 

The outdoor market


 


 Croatians find it hard to believe that Americans pay money to make the exteriors of their
 houses look like this. But they do!


 Small Catholic chapels are a common site around town. Just enough room inside for a few people.


If these Church doors could talk...