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No, in ko sva en dan iskala primerno mesto za malico, za najine veleslavne grančereale z jogurtom :), sva od daleč izbrala klopco, kamor se bova počila dol in imela lep pogled na z večernim soncem obsijan glavni trg (lej, na tistole tam pejva! sva hkrati rekla). In ko sva se ji približala, sva videla, da jo je očitno nekdo že pripravil za naju. :)
Seveda mi je pošla baterija v fotoaparatu, rezervno pa sem pozabila pustila v sobi, ker sem računala na to, da se bom znala brzdati in posneti res samo samo najlepše motive (ha!), tako da je dotična, najbolj nora fotka dneva, zabeležena z najinim zasilnim aparatom - Mirovim telefončkom.
[tudi tokratni sklop posnetkov je nastal v Hradcu Královém]
So, one day when we were searching for a suitable place to have our well-famous grancereale and yoghurt snack :), we both picked out the same bench from a distance, to sit down and have a beautiful view over the main town square (look, let’s go to that one there! we said at the same time). And one could not believe it, but when we approached to it we saw that someone obviously already prepared it for us. :)
Of course at the very moment my photo-battery ran out and the other one I forgot left in our room, because I was sure I can hold back myself and photograph only and just the most beautiful motifs (ha!), so the craziest photo of the day was taken by our backup camera - Miro’s phone.
[this set of photos was taken in a lovely Czech town of Hradec Králové, too]
Mogoče zveni starokopitno ali nepustolovsko (če ne štejem za pustolovščino tega, da sva vse tam preživete dni iskala navadni jogurt, to je jogurt BREZ kakšnih dodatkov, barv in okusov, brez nepotrebnih predelav, jogurt, ki nama je v kombinaciji skupaj s čokoladnimi grancereali, ki jih tovoriva s sabo, jogurtov na zalogo pa zaradi vročine pač ne, vedno najljubši popotniški prigrizek; torej navadni jogurt!, vam rečem, cela raziskovalna misija, v Avstriji, na Slovaškem in Češkem, sploh, če ne nameravaš vsega časa pokuriti po trgovinah; na koncu sicer sva nekaj odkrila in upala, da tisto ni bila kisla smetana, ker sva pojedla kar nekaj velikih lončkov), a z Mirom vsakič sproti ugotavljava, kako rada potujeva po Evropi. Ne da se nama druge celine ne zdijo zanimive in privlačne in, ja, oh, ja, kako in koliko stvari bi rada videla tudi drugje, obiskala za nas eksotične konce, seveda bi, ampak ko je tako malo časa. Še za Evropo ga je premalo za eno življenje. Pa celo za Slovenijo, če verjamete ali ne. :)
Ja, sva rekla, da je naša draga stara celina en pravi butik – toliko bogatih raznolikih kultur zgoščeno na kupu.
Na posnetkih je češki Hradec Králové.
[ta objava je nadaljevanje prejšnje]
Maybe it sounds old-fashioned or unadventurous (if I don’t count as an adventure our search for a common white yoghurt, that means a yoghurt WITHOUT any additives, colours and tastes, yoghurt which is our usual and the most favourite travel-snack, in combination with grancereale chocolate cookies that we, unlike yoghurt, because of the heat, always take with us; so, a common white yoghurt!, I tell you, it’s a huge exploring mission, in Austria, Czech Republic and Slovakia, especially if you don’t plan to spend much time shopping; at the end we found something and hoped it wasn’t a sour cream, as we ate quite a few big cups of it), but Miro and I again and again realise how much we love travelling around Europe. Not that we don’t find other continents interesting and attractive and, yes, oh, yes, how much and how many things I would like to see also elsewhere, visit exotic places, of course I would, but there is just so little time. Even for Europe one life is not enough. And not even for little Slovenia, believe it or not. :)
Yes, we always say that our dearest old continent is like a boutique – so many rich diverse cultures concentrated in one little place.
In the pictures there is Hradec Králové in the Czech Republic.
[this post is a continuation of the previous one]
Šele ko so nama ponudili vsakemu eno pèško za srečo, naju je doletelo razsvetljenje, da Pecka, malo mestece na severu Češke, pomeni točno to – pečko, peško! :)
S peškama v žepih sva tako popotovala po Češki in naredila veliko posnetkov, ki vam jih pokažem v naslednjih objavah.
It was only after we were each offered to take one cherry pit for luck we got an enlightenment that Pecka, a little town in northern Czech Republic, means the same like the word peška [= a seed, a pit] in our language! :)
With the pits in our pockets we then travelled around Czech land and made a lot of photos which I will show you in the next posts.
Kakšna prednost je, če imaš rojstni dan poleti, da ti vsi nosijo lokalne dobrote z morja. :) Zapuščina tokratnega rojstnodnevnega praznovanja je tudi obnovitev moje oljne zbirke. Krasno, saj običajnih krem ne uporabljam že dolgo. Tole je mnogo bolje.
Prva steklenička, jojobino olje, je od staršev, zadnja, oljčno olje z Murterja, od sestrične, srednja dva pa sta oba domača zvarka, smilj v oljčnem olju.
Levega od teh dveh mi je po stari navadi s Paga prinesla prijateljica, desnega pa z istega otoka mami in sestra, ki sta to počeli prvič, rabutali smilj namreč, ga nato namočili v tam kupljeno domače olje in ga, skupaj s priznanjem, da upata, da sta nabrali smilj in ne kaj drugega, vse veseli, sijoči in zagoreli prinesli naravnost na žur. :)
Hecna stvar je, da so se vse tri na Pagu seveda srečale in sestra ter prijateljica sta se pogovarjali, kaj mi bosta kupili, da ne bi prišlo do enakih daril, ampak kot vidite … :)
Glavno je, da bomo spet lepi, dišeči in zdravi! :)
Isn’t it an advantage to celebrate in the summer, so everybody can bring goodies from the sea-holidays. :) The result of our birthday’s celebration is also my renovated oil collection. Great, because I have not been using classic creams for a long time already. This is so much better.
The little bottle, jojoba oil, is from my parents, the dark one, olive oil from Murter island in Croatia, is from my cousin and the middle ones are both home prepared, immortelle in olive oil.
The left one from these two was as an old habit brought to me from Pag island in Croatia by my best friend and the right one by my mum and my sister from the same island. Unlike the friend, both my mum and my sister did this for the first time, namely, picking those flowers and soak them in the local home produced olive oil. They brought it to our party directly from the holidays, all happy, shiny and suntanned, together with a confession that they are not sure they had picked the right flowers. :)
The funny thing is that they all met in Pag island and my sister and friend talked about what to bring me, to avoid doubling the present, but as you can see … :)
What matters is that we’re going to be beautiful, aromatic and healthy again! :)
Mirova mami je, ko nama je izročila darilo [slika 2], rekla: hitro na hladno z vsem tem, ker je med vožnjo nastal skoraj kompot! :) Res sva naredila tako, naslednji dan pa nama je Miro zmešal božanski sok.
Moja mami pa je, po tem, ko je videla, da saherca, ki jo je naročila očiju, naj nama jo kupi za rojstni dan, ker ona ob povratku z morja naravnost na zabavo ne bo imela časa za »peko«, pač ni isto, nama je v naslednjih dneh vseeno takoj naredila eno tisto najboljšo, presno, za dušico. [sliki 1 in 3] :)
When Miro’s mother gave us our birthday present [picture 2] she said: quick, put it in a cool place, it nearly became compote during the drive! :) We did so immediately and the next day Miro mixed us a delicious juice out of it.
My mum asked my dad to buy a sacher cake for us, because she will not have time to do the “baking” after invading to the party directly from her holidays. But because that cake isn’t what we are all used to, in the following days once again she made us one of her own, that the best kind, a raw one, for a soul. [pictures 1 and 3] :)
Prvič sem bila na postavljanju mlajev mladoporočencema. Bilo je tako noro kot zabavno. Šefe teh mladcev se je drl nanje kot v vojski, res, še jaz sem poskočila vsakič, ko je zakričal :), ampak prav je tako – njihova varnost je le na prvem mestu.
In Slovenia, when two people get married, there is a tradition to raise a mlaj (like a maypole) in front of a bride’s house a few days earlier, when they usually have a pre-wedding party.
It is a spruce, with all branches and bark being removed except on the top of it, decorated with colourful ribbons and a wreath. There are always two of them in the entrance of a yard, holding a wooden board with a sign wishing good luck to both of them in between.
This was the first time I witnessed the raising and it was both awesome and fun. The captain of a group of young men doing all this work was giving them orders by yelling to them so much I jumped every time he shouted, really! :) But of course, it should be so – their safety is in the first place.
