Of course, not everything is fun and games
in this region. We discovered that when we first drove into Trogir. From
the road, Susan saw some columns at what looked like some kind of ruins.
Well, they were ruins, all right, but of a more modern type. Just above
the pretty little farm with the retiled roof, we had stumbled upon the
remains of what looked to be a fairly extensive bar. It was completely
destroyed - shattered - even the bathrooms had been torn apart. When Breck
started picking up bullet casings, the eternal question sprung to mind,
and Susan hurried everybody back to the car wondering "Could there be land
mines here?" Reading later, we found that there had indeed been fighting
in these hills, and it broke our hearts to realize that this pretty little
town we had so enjoyed had been the scene of such recent hatred. |
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Like
any good eastern European town, the vegetable market was the place to go
for fresh fruit, bright colors, and the excellent homemade brew. The kids
discovered, to their delight, that the strawberries were in - so Susan
made daily trips to keep them satisfied!! Of course, that made going back
to Belgrade difficult, as they weren't available here until more than 2
weeks later. As is usually the case, the stalls were staffed almost exclusively
by older women - wonder where all the guys are? Oh yes, they're over in
the corner smoking and drinking coffee.
What's
a trip without family pictures? Clockwise from the top left, Breck doing
karate at the tower in Trogir, Alea wading in the (COLD!!!) water, Alea
and Breck doing what they did best - throw rocks, and the ever famous Susan
Sith at dinner one night.
