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Friday, June 25, 2010

Hel'pa Folklore Festival

Last weekend, the American teachers went on our last trip together. We went to a traditional Slovak folklore festival in Hel’pa, a small town about two hours away from Tisovec. During the summer, it is customary for each village and town to have their “Days.” Tisovec has a weekend of “Tisovec Days,” and Hel’pa had its weekend of “Hel’pa Days.” On these weekends, the whole town comes out to perform traditional Slovak dances, buy and sell traditional Slovak products such as medovina (honey wine), wooden kitchenware, leather merchandise, kroj (traditional Slovak dress), and much more. The best parts of the larger festivals are when the towns host folklore dancing. Hel’pa has one of the largest festivals in Slovakia --- they have even built an outdoor ampitheater out of wood to host hours and hours of Slovak dancing.

We arrived in Hel’pa early Saturday morning and did some shopping. I bought a set of six wooden spoons – something I have been wanting to do all year. (Wooden spoon are the best thing to use when eating Slovak gulas… and I keep telling my mother that I want to build a fire pit in our backyard so that we can make true Slovak gulas in pot. Watch out mom, because now I have the proper cutlery for our gulas adventure!) At about mid-morning, we met one of our first year students and followed her back to her house. Viktoria had been kinda enough to offer us her backyard so that we could set up a tent and camp there during the festival. When we got to Viktoria’s house, we were surprised to find her entire family there – mom, sister, aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandma. They were in the midst of making gulas for the group. So, while the gulas was cooking, we hung out with her family.

We were completely shocked when her uncle brought a “surprise” as an appetizer. This is what Tomas purchased for the group’s enjoyment:



Yes, we ate it.

After gulas, we all went to the ampitheater to watch folklore dancing. Here are some of the groups we saw.
The clothes that they wear are their particular town’s style of kroj. Typically Slovaks will still wear kroj to special occasions such as weddings or confirmations.





Hel’pa was a wonderful way to celebrate my last full weekend in Slovakia. I have enjoyed getting to know this rich culture and history, and I believe there is a lot that I will take home with me.

Monday, June 21, 2010

The Home Stretch

Friday was our last day of regular classes. School does not officially end until the 30th; however, the students participate in alternative education workshops from now until then. The American teachers are beginning to pack and clean out their offices. Things are definitely winding down in T-town.

Last week we had our last Friday Night Lights Bible Study of the year. The girls watched the finale of season one, and our discussion was about thanksfulness. We made them American cookies and bagels to eat, and they brought us Slovak cake. We had a wonderful time closing out the year with such a fun and faithful group of students.

There is one story from that night that I probably shouldn't share because both parties involved in the story will be mortified. In keeping with my blog policy of full-disclosure, I'm going to tell it to you anyways.

As the girls were leaving, we spent about ten minutes giving hugs and saying goodbye after our closing prayer. Two of the girls came up to me and asked if they should say a special thank you to Eric (Mr. Richter) because he was the one who started the Bible Study. I said that, of course, they could thank him. So the two girls (somewhat) discreetly, walked around our living room planning a dog-pile/bear-hug with Mr. Richter. Heidi (Ms. Hartwig) laughed as she heard them planning this and jokingly said, "Kiss him too, while you're at it girls." A minute later, one of the girls counted to three and everyone rushed Mr. Richter. Then one of our girls, who didn't realize Ms. Hartwig had been kidding, leaned in and gave him a smacking kiss right on the cheek. Everyone watched as Mr. Richter and our student turned fire engine red and stared at each other in shock. We could not contain our laughter.
What a way to end the year : )

In other news, Becky, Eric and I had our mentor meeting with our 1B1 class. It's hard to believe these high school freshmen will be second years next year. I think even they are a little sad to drop the "1" from their class name and become 2B1s.

We invited all the kids over to Eric's house for ice cream (Zmrzlina - in Slovak). The kids had a wonderful time taking group pictures and talking about their summer holidays. I am going to miss them terribly, and I am so happy that I have friends who will be coming back to teach next year and watch out for my kids.

This is our last 1B1 photo:

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

I sLOVEnia!

When I first told my Taylorsville family that I was going to be spending a year teaching in Slovakia, Eric (the dad), asked me in his strong southern voice, "Now, why would you want to go to Slovenia?" I laughed at him and told him that I wasn't going to SLOVENIA. I was going to SLOVAKIA. For the next few months until I left, Eric continued to ask me every time he saw me why I wanted to go to Slovenia. No matter how many times I corrected him, the question remained the same.

Guess what, Eric? After this weekend, I can tell you why everyone should want to make a trip to Slovenia : )

On Friday, we left Tisovec for our last big trip of the year. After school, we hopped on a bus to Bratislava and then rented a car to ROAD TRIP the rest of the way.
Our route led us through most of Austria before we crossed the border into Slovenia.

We arrived at Lake Bohinj some time in the middle of the night on Firday. On Saturday, we woke up early and drove a couple of towns over to Bled. Lake Bled is one of the most famous and picturesque sites in Slovenia. This area is well-known in Central Europe for hiking, biking, and rowing. The lake is surrounded by the Julian Alps --- which are so high there was still snow on them in the middle of June!

We had a picnic brunch and dangled our feet in the lake water. Lake Bled is home to many birds. This is the swan who thought he could snag part of my sandwich.



After brunch, we spent the morning walking around Lake Bled. The weather was picture perfect.

This is the church in the center of the lake.



In this picture, you can see one of the peaks of the Julian Alps behind the church.



This is the castle that guards the lake.



In the afternoon, we hiked through Vintgar Gorge. The hike was beautiful --- the path was actually a series of raised bridges that wove back and forth over a river.



Because of the mineral deposits and high sulfur content in the sediment, much of the rivers and lakes in Slovenia have a goregous bluish-green tint.



Check out that white water!



This is the waterfall (or SLAP as it's called in Slovenian) at the end of the hike.



Later that evening, we walked around Lake Bohinj.



The next morning, we woke up early enough to catch the tail end of the sunrise on the lake and then we made the short drive to Italy so that we could have gelatto for breakfast.

This is the view from above the Italian coastal city Trieste.



And this is a typical narrow Italian street. I love the stucco. And I love gelatto.



From Trieste, we meandered our way back through Slovenia and into Austria until finally we were back in the SK.

Slovenia was on my radar until Eric West mentioned it (repeatedly) before I left for Europe. And to be honest, I jumped at the chance to go to Slovenia simply so I could tell him all about why someone would want to go there. And I am so glad that I went. Slovenia has one of the prettiest countrysides in Europe. I am ready for Eric to ask how my time in Slovenia was : ).

Sunday, June 6, 2010

The Countdown Has Begun...

10 more days of regular classes

26 days til I eat my last traditional Slovak Gulas

27 days til I say goodbye to Slovakia and hello to Meredith in NYC

30 days til Dad picks me up at the airport and I get to kiss Mom

46 days til I see Abigail

48 days til I get to dinner party with my Taylorsville family

57 days til my next adventure begins and I leave for Alto Cayma, Peru



It's hard to believe...

This one's for Mom

Last week, my students informed me that Monday was Children's Day. "A-ha," I said to them, "and what does this mean?" They answered, "It means, Ms. Large that the whole day is to make children feel special." Apparently Children's Day is the kiddie equivalent of Mother's Day and Father's Day. "You know, we don't have a day like this in the US," I told my students. "I think we need one."

Whenever I was younger, I complained about mothers having a day and fathers having a day, I wanted to know when Kids' Day was. My mother always told me that every day is Kid's Day. Mama, I think this Children's Day is one Slovak tradition we should adopt : ).

My students continued to tell me that since it was Children's Day, they couldn't possibly have a test. These poor students of mine are so confused. Of course, they had their test. I told them they could think of it as my Children's Day gift to them.

While we're talking about holidays, I thought I would share with you a hilarious conversation I had with my students the day after American Mother's Day.

In Old Testament Class, our warm-question, in honor of Mother's Day, was:
Who is your favorite Old Testament mother? Why?

Somehow our conversation evolved into a discussion on mothers and the crazy things mothers say and do. I think some of them may sound familiar. I learned that no matter where you are - Slovakia, North Carolina or Timbuktu, mothers are mothers.

It seems that American mothers do not have a monopoly on "I'll think about it" and "We'll see." When my students announced that their mothers will often say this to them, I asked them to tell me what these statements really mean. My students responses: no chance, unlikely, impossible. In other words: "I'll think about it" and "We'll see" are universal, not-so-secret mother codes for "no."

One student shared with me that her mother counts when she's frustrated with him. "One," she'll say holding up a finger. "Two," she continues, holding up the second finger. "What happens when she gets to three?" I asked my student. "I don't know," he answered, "I don't let her get that far." I laughed. Moms do have some serious power.

Perhaps the funniest thing that one of my more ornery students shared was that her mother will say to her, "I hope you have a child exactly like you!" This was (and still is) one of my own mother's most fervant wishes for me. When I said this to my students, they busted out laughing. "Oh Miss Large! Your poor mother."

"Ziaci," I told them, "We have a saying about mothers in America, and it goes like this: 'If mom ain't happy... ain't nobody happy.' Is this rule true for families in Slovakia?" My students again started laughing and nodding their heads, "Yes! We know that rule!" they said.

My favorite mom story is, of course, about my own mother. One day when I was in high school, Lauren and I were enjoying a teacher work day --- which, means we get to sleep in and play all day. Unfortunately, my parents still had to work. Both my mom and dad are early risers because they work early shifts, and this day was no exception. Unfortunately, neither Lauren nor I got a lot of sleep. Dad was puttering around the kitchen - and like most dads, my dad does not putter quietly. He bellowed for our dog Ivan, doors creaked, and cabinets slammed. From across the house, my mother, who was in the bathroom getting ready, heard the commotion. "Mark," she yelled, "Don't slam the cabinets. You're gonna wake the girls!"

"Mothers are strange creatures," I told my students seriously when I told them this story. They snickered.

In honor of Mother's Day last month, Father's Day next week and every day that is Kid's Day, let's say thanks be to God for moms, dads, and families.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

This One's For Dad

Recently my father has been harrassing me about the pictures on my baking blog entry. He continues to assert that I make ugly bagels. (Some of you may have noticed his comment on that particular entry.)

Dad, this is what bagels look like when they're done:



And here are some pictures of the English muffins I made Saturday:



Told ya they were pretty : )

I am woman. Watch me bake.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Deliver Us From Evil

This past weekend, Heidi and I travelled to Poland to stay with Colleen and Sarah and make a day trip to Auschwitz.

Spending part of a day at a concentration/extermination camp is something I have felt called to do since I have been in Europe. I have read the stories - Anne Frank's, Elie Wiesel's, and many others, and I have felt a need to see and to understand even a small part of what these people experienced. In a way, seeing helps us to remember - and when we remember, we can work so that horrors like the Holocaust do not happen again.

In the early 1940s, Hitler occupied most of Poland. During his conquest, he took over a group of Polish army barracks in Oswiecim and created a concentration camp for Jews and political enemies now known in the English-speaking world as Auschwitz. In just three years, 1.1 million people were exterminated within the barbed wire fences of this place. 960,000 of these people were Jewish.

Our tour began in front of the gate of the main camp. The entrance proudly boasts the message: "Arbeit Macht Frei" which means "Work sets you free."



Unfortunately, as our guide told us, the only path to freedom from Auschwitz was death.



Inside the gate, we were told that a small orchestra of musicians would station themselves for practice every morning and every evening. While the orchestra played, the prisoners would line themselves up in rows of five for counting. The Nazis watched as they walked through the gates of Auschwitz for work at rock quarries and in factories. Because there must be the same number of people coming home as there were leaving, the prisoners were required to carry back the bodies of the people who collapsed and died from exhaustion while working. If the number of people walking back through the gates at the end of the day did not match the morning numbers, the Nazis would choose at random a number of prisoners to publicly torture to death.

Our first stop in the camp was Block 4, a small nondescript brick building that looked like the rest of brick buildings in its row. This block featured extermination exhibits. On the first floor, we learned that the Nazis told their prisoners that they would be housed at Auschwitz, a transition camp, until they could be relocated to a new place. Upstairs, we saw a disturbing model of the selection process and crematorium.

When people arrived at Auschwitz, they often arrived after anywhere from two to ten days of travel. Up to one hundred people would be stuffed like sardines into a train car typically used for cattle. Many died of suffocation and starvation before they even set foot on Auschwitz. Those who survived would be released from the trains and asked to line up in two groups: men and women/children. At this point, Nazi doctors would look over each of the people and select who would die and who would work. With a jerk of the head, many of the doctors sent people straight to the extermination showers. In Block 4, we saw how the people were led into a huge warehouse basement and asked to strip for washing. The Nazis encouraged people to hang their clothes on numbered hooks --- they did this in order to prevent panic and give the people the sense that they would be coming back for their belongings. The prisoners were herded from the changing rooms into the showers. Once everyone inside, the doors to the showers would shut. Within a minute, a poisonous gas called Zyklon-B would be released from the shower heads, and within twenty minutes up to 20,000 people would be dead. The Nazis forced work-prisoners to pillage the bodies --- often, they shaved the hair off the corpse and mined for the gold in their teeth. Then, the work-prisoners would stack the bodies into elevators for the crematorium once the gas cleared from the chamber. These workers were also systematically killed every two months to insure the secrecy of their cruelty. To think about how clinically, how efficiently the Nazis exterminated mass groups of people still gives me chills.

In Block 5, we saw the physical remains of the people who died. Because their bodies were burned and their ashes were spread into fields to be fertilizer, the only things that are left of many Holocaust victims are their physical possessions which the Nazis took from them upon arrival at Auschwitz. We walked from room to room in Block 5 and saw tangled messes of broken eyeglasses with bent frames, one ton of shoes and two tons of hair - some of which was still tied in braids. My stomach turned when I saw a single greyed baby booty sticking out of a stack of shoes.

Not all of Auschwitz's prisoners died upon arrival at camp. Some prisoners were selected for work. We saw the exhibits featuring the torurted lives of these prisoners in Block 6. Work prisoners were slept on narrow bunk beds - often with three or four other people. They were give no blanket and no pillow. Because Poland is very cold for five months out of the year - and these buildings had no heat - many died from the cold. The prisoners were fed 1/2 a liter of coffee for breakfast, a bowl of vegetable soup for lunch and a piece of bread for dinner. The food rations the people were given make it clear that Auschwitz work prisoners were also condemned to death. No one could surivive an eleven hour shift for long on that diet. The prisoners wore thin striped uniforms and wooden shoes - neither of which protected them from the snow in the winter.

Upon arrival to Auschwitz as a work prisoner, everyone was labeled with a number and a symbol. The number became your identity. The symbol placed you into a group for counting. Auschwitz is the only concentration camp that tattooed these numbers onto people, so if you have ever met or seen a Holocaust survivor with a tattoo, you know that he or she survived Auschwitz and not another camp such as Dachau or Buchenwald.

In Block 6, we also saw how the smallest work prisoners lived. Children made up 20% of the prisoner population at Auschwitz at any given time. Most of the children served as lab rats for medical experiments. The Nazis were particularly interested in testing and examining twins and triplets. I learned this weekend that much of the information we have about people's tolerances of hypothermia, heat stroke, pain, and torture comes from Nazi experiments. In the medical world today, there is a debate on the ethical use of this information. Some people say that because this information was gained through unauthorized, de-humanizing testing, we should not use it. The documents and information should be burned. Others say, that, while the information was gained barbarically, we should use the information to help others and to honor the victims' memories.

From Block 6, we travelled to Block 11, also called the "Death Block." No prisoner who entered Block 11 survived. We saw the many different extermination methods the Nazi killers employed: starvation cells, standing cells, small gas chambers, dark cells.
In one particular cell, our guide pointed out the crucifix of Jesus one prisoner scratched into the wall with his nails before he died.

Our last stop at Auschwitz I was the gas chamber. Because the images of the baby booty and scalped braids were still making my stomach roll, I decided not to go into "the showers." I did not want to imagine the panic and hysteria of the crowds when the doors of the chambers shut and the gas was released. I did not want to walk where so many people had died.

Auschwitz I was a much smaller version of Auschwitz II/Birkenau. While Auschwitz I housed 14,000 prisoners at any given time, Birkenau was build to hold 100,000. Auschwitz horror was magnified at Birkenau.

By the end of our tour, my heart ached and my stomach hurt.

And I prayed, and will continue to pray asking God to "Deliver us from evil."

Oh My - the things our students say...

As English teachers for the same group of first year students, Becky and I encourage the 1B1s to immerse themselves in English outside the classroom. We tell them to watch movies in English, subscribe to English newspapers, read books in English, etc. Most of our students do these things often – and it shows because they’re English is very advanced compared to the rest of the first year students. We have one student, Fizzo, who includes listening to rap music to supplement his English lessons.

One day towards the beginning of the year, Fizzo raised his hand, “Ms. Large, I must ask you question, but I not know if it is bad.” “Okay, Fizzo,” I answered, “What’s your question?” Fizzo walked up to my desk and asked, “What means,” and then his voice dropped to a whisper, “holla atcha boy?” I smothered a laugh and told him that “holla atcha boy” is slang/gangsta for hello or to call/catch up with. “Where did you hear that from, Fizzo?” I asked. “From song,” he answered and sat back down.

A month or two later Fizzo raised his hand again, “Ms. Large, what means hustler?” I knew what song he was alluding to in this question – lyrics go: “A diva is a female version of a hustler.” “A hustler,” I told Fizzo, “is someone who knows how to cheat other people out of money.”

Fizzo also asks Ms. Mason about any new vocabulary he comes across. This semester he asked about a word that left both of us stumped. “What means juiced?” Becky and I thought that juiced meant drunk; however, once we asked Eric, we learned that juiced actually refers to someone who is doped up on steroids. Oh, the things we learn!

Here's the kicker: by far, the best question Fizzo asked was two weeks ago in Ms. Mason's class. Fizzo asked, “Ms. Mason what means fresh pair of panties?” Now, Becky is very prim and a very formal teacher. When I heard about this, I died laughing. "What did you say?" I asked Becky. "Well, I decided we should start with fresh. Fresh. New. Clean. And then - panties. Underwear for women."

To say that teaching students English has been an adventure is an understatement.
Oh, the things our students say : )