Wednesday, April 29, 2015

That Goat's Looking At Me Funny: A Serbian Village Goat

Since I don't have a vehicle to drive while here in Serbia, I walk or ride my bike when I need to go anywhere around town. The town (or village as they call them here)is small enough to do that.

This morning I walked because the bike has a flat tire. I don't mind walking. The nearest grocery store is only a five minute stroll. I enjoy the different smells along the way, especially in the spring because of all the blooms. In the winter, there is the smell of coal and firewood that is used to heat most homes. There are always the smells of  farm animals mixed in.

 Most people by now have managed to mow the first mow of the season, a few still have thigh-high grass growing in the ditch in front of the homes. One man was out in his ditch with a hand sickle getting his part of the ditch cleared. And then there was one house that had a goat tethered up to a tree so he could munch his way through the overgrowth. He didn't seem to be concerned at the job ahead of him, probably happy that he had it all to himself.

I tried to take a photo of the goat with my phone. That is when he decided to scurry back through to his backyard courtyard and I was only able to get a partial photo of him.
As I walked away, he then came trotting at me as if to chase me away. Silly goat.

Camera shy goat


photo credit: ranamaley,personal photo

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Waking Up In Serbia

Back to my blog...it's been awhile.

So I've been in Serbia now for almost six months. I love it here in the spring. I actually get to watch everything wake up from a real winter. We don't have real winters in Texas so the spring awakenings are not so obvious as it is here.
This is the pear tree blooming. Around September, the pears will be ready to harvest and used to make rakija (homemade brandy). /photo by me: Rana Jones

I don't know how, after all the pigging out since December, but I have managed to lose 25 pounds. Seriously. Of course there were the two Christmases (I had to look up the plural of Christmas) which involved huge feasts. Then there were three Slavas and finally Easter. And believe me, I ate plenty.  I always lose weight when I come here, then gain it all back when I go back to the states. The only thing I can figure is that there HAS to be something in the food in America that makes you fat. GMO crap, antibiotics, growth hormones, chemicals, fake this and that. Has to be.

If you want to expand your horizons, come to Serbia. It is just awesome here. Everyone is friendly. I haven't met one person that wasn't friendly to me. It took me awhile to get the 3-kiss thing down (this is how Serbians greet you-not just random people, but friends and family) and another thing was taking off my shoes upon entering houses and wearing slippers inside. In Texas, no one did that, unless their shoes were covered in mud or something and I don't know anyone in Texas that wears slippers, except old people.

There is just so much about Serbia that I could write about and I will add future posts. I am having an amazing journey here.

One last thing for today:
Photo by me: Rana Jones

This is the neighbor's barn and it is stacked full of corn to feed his pigs. I am living in a small village in Serbia and these barns are in almost everyone's back yards. So are pigs.