Last day of school
***Note to anal retentive readers: the shift key on this keyboard doesn't work, so capitalization will be sporadic, as i have to stop and put caps lock on every time I want a freaking capital letter. spelling errors will of course be rampant, and I plan on writing with my usual "silly" style. ***
My language program ended Friday. (For info go to http://www.srpskijezik.edu.yu/). We had a little party the night before where we all got to drink pivo and dance together one last time, to immortal Serbian favorites like "American Woman". Margot and I made them put on "Kad Hodas^", a sappy but poetic song that we translated in class.
We also had to do a presentation about our country. We were going to sing "I'll fly away" (that song from O brother where art thou) but we had to include all the americans. so insead we baked what truly must be the WORST APPLE PIE EVER. Lots of people seemed to like it, though one serb guy refused to try it at all once he found out it was made of apples and not potatoes.
Reminds me of a story my grandma told me about when she learned to make pumpkin pie in home ec. This was back in Ohio in the '20s. None of the Yugoslavs would eat it because they said pumpkin was "pig food".
Yesterday Margot and I took a bus to Novi Sad. Saturday is wedding day in Serbia, so we got to see 6 happy couples and their entourages. One of them was just leaving the church and they had a brass band (woo hoo!)
My language program ended Friday. (For info go to http://www.srpskijezik.edu.yu/). We had a little party the night before where we all got to drink pivo and dance together one last time, to immortal Serbian favorites like "American Woman". Margot and I made them put on "Kad Hodas^", a sappy but poetic song that we translated in class.
We also had to do a presentation about our country. We were going to sing "I'll fly away" (that song from O brother where art thou) but we had to include all the americans. so insead we baked what truly must be the WORST APPLE PIE EVER. Lots of people seemed to like it, though one serb guy refused to try it at all once he found out it was made of apples and not potatoes.
Reminds me of a story my grandma told me about when she learned to make pumpkin pie in home ec. This was back in Ohio in the '20s. None of the Yugoslavs would eat it because they said pumpkin was "pig food".
Yesterday Margot and I took a bus to Novi Sad. Saturday is wedding day in Serbia, so we got to see 6 happy couples and their entourages. One of them was just leaving the church and they had a brass band (woo hoo!)
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