Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Time has absolutely flown by these last few days.
We've done a lot with our Serbian Christian friend who plays amazing music. His voice is like liquid gold. One of his videos on YouTube has over 3 million views and yeah, he's our best friend. We took him to dinner for his birthday last night and had a fantastic time. He told us that this was really special because the Serbian custom is that the birthday boy or girl buys their friends dinner on their birthdays so to have someone treat him was the best kind of different. "Just another reason why America is awesome," he told us last night.
We followed it up with a movie night and then said goodnight. The day before that (sorry for working backwards, that's how my mind is working right now) we took a trip with Jovica, his daughters, and our musical friend to a place called Maglic (Mag-litch), an an old fort from the 14th century I believe. The place was incredible. We hiked up a mountain basically to get there but the view from the top was more than worth it. We took pictures, looked around, and after a few hours of admiring the thing we went back home. It was definitely one of the highlights for me on this trip.
The day before THAT we went with Jovica back into Gypsy town and constructed a water slide for the kids to play on and cut up some watermelons for everyone to snack on. The kids were shy at first and didn't want to try the slide out but after a few brave souls gave it a go the rest were quick to follow. Kids were running and diving and sliding all over the place. We also brought a few frisbees which the kids liked a lot too. We tossed a few around while others flopped around on our beautifully improvised wonder of a slip-n-slide. Jovica thought it would be a good idea to hand out the gospel bead bracelets to the kids while doing the watermelon cutting. He gave his full presentation and then started choppin' away. Before each kid could get a piece of the water melon they had to tell him what a particular bead symbolized. It took a few kids some time to remember but eventually everyone got some and the juices flowed. I saw one kid with literally 6 distinct streams of watermelon juice running from his mouth down to the bottom of his feet.
We also had the opportunity to go with our old friend Choso who took us to the monastery the week before camp to volunteer at a nearby school. The United States National Guard was there working with the Serbian military to help do some clean up and rebuild work on the school. We talked to a few of the American soldiers and the head guy asked us if we wouldn't mind picking up some trash around the outside of the building. We agreed and had a pretty fun time doing that. We got a picture with some of the guys before we left and even had a little bit of an interview with their photojournalist guy about our trip. We got to talk to him a little bit too about his personal faith and what he and we have noticed about the difference in church between home and here. It was a really neat opportunity but we later found out we technically weren't allowed to be there and that it was supposed to be exclusively a military operation. Oops...
This morning we went to church with our new friend who came to our English class and who went with us to the market. We met him at 9 or so and walked with him to his family's church down the road from where we first stayed. The place was a work in progress but it was really neat to see the building unfinished. The walls were still concrete but all the nice fancy stuff had been put up on the walls and around the main part of the church. In the back room the painting had started but hadn't yet been completed. One of the priests there spoke incredible English and told us all about the church and answered all of the questions we had about his job, the church as a whole, the history of the church, the significance of certain paintings we saw, and even asked us a few questions of his own. As we were walking around we also got to witness him blessing someone's bread in the name of their family "slava" or family saint who protects and blesses their family. Every family in Serbia has one and it's been passed down hundreds of years as one of the Serbian Orthodox's primary traditions.
We took some pictures, asked our questions, looked around, and then went to a bakery across the street. We said our final goodbye to our new friend and it was weird. Not in an awkward way (maybe a little bit) but in more of a, "is this really happening?" sort of way. It's weird to think about leaving tomorrow for Belgrade.
Speaking of Belgrade, here's the plan for the rest of our trip:
* We will be doing something with Jovica and his family tonight for the last time. It'll be pretty sad saying goodbye to them because they have been a huge help to us this trip and have quickly become our closest friends here. I'm honestly tearing up a little bit now thinking about the possibility of never them again, and I'm sure I'll do the same thing again tonight at some point. We're also going to do something to celebrate their anniversary - which is a little different than how we do it in America. They celebrate the day they started dating, not the day they got married, and apparently it's a social event. Kinda neat. Not sure what we'll do or when but it should be a great time, if even a very emotional one as well.
* We will leave tomorrow morning at 9 a.m. to drive to Belgrade and meet the missionary family. We will be in a hostile tomorrow night and then with the family the second night before our early flight Sunday.
* Saturday will be our day to explore Belgrade with the missionary. We will look around the city a little bit, maybe go to the theater, play games with the MKs, who knows... We will soak in our last little bit of Serbia before the 6 a.m. flight to Frankfurt.
Passports are packed, luggage is ready to go. All that's left are goodbyes. This trip has been an unforgettable journey filled with amazing amounts of friends, laughter, culture shock, and valuable lessons that God has poured all over this group and the people we've met here. I have zero doubt that we will come to see amazing things happen in time from what has happened on this trip and I expect full heartedly for the friendships we made here to continue for years, if not our lifetimes. We have been so blessed to have had this opportunity and can't wait to come home and share it with you all who prayed for us the entire time. We love you all :)
See you in a few days! I may or may not blog again before we get home so if not, then - CIAO!
We've done a lot with our Serbian Christian friend who plays amazing music. His voice is like liquid gold. One of his videos on YouTube has over 3 million views and yeah, he's our best friend. We took him to dinner for his birthday last night and had a fantastic time. He told us that this was really special because the Serbian custom is that the birthday boy or girl buys their friends dinner on their birthdays so to have someone treat him was the best kind of different. "Just another reason why America is awesome," he told us last night.
We followed it up with a movie night and then said goodnight. The day before that (sorry for working backwards, that's how my mind is working right now) we took a trip with Jovica, his daughters, and our musical friend to a place called Maglic (Mag-litch), an an old fort from the 14th century I believe. The place was incredible. We hiked up a mountain basically to get there but the view from the top was more than worth it. We took pictures, looked around, and after a few hours of admiring the thing we went back home. It was definitely one of the highlights for me on this trip.
The day before THAT we went with Jovica back into Gypsy town and constructed a water slide for the kids to play on and cut up some watermelons for everyone to snack on. The kids were shy at first and didn't want to try the slide out but after a few brave souls gave it a go the rest were quick to follow. Kids were running and diving and sliding all over the place. We also brought a few frisbees which the kids liked a lot too. We tossed a few around while others flopped around on our beautifully improvised wonder of a slip-n-slide. Jovica thought it would be a good idea to hand out the gospel bead bracelets to the kids while doing the watermelon cutting. He gave his full presentation and then started choppin' away. Before each kid could get a piece of the water melon they had to tell him what a particular bead symbolized. It took a few kids some time to remember but eventually everyone got some and the juices flowed. I saw one kid with literally 6 distinct streams of watermelon juice running from his mouth down to the bottom of his feet.
We also had the opportunity to go with our old friend Choso who took us to the monastery the week before camp to volunteer at a nearby school. The United States National Guard was there working with the Serbian military to help do some clean up and rebuild work on the school. We talked to a few of the American soldiers and the head guy asked us if we wouldn't mind picking up some trash around the outside of the building. We agreed and had a pretty fun time doing that. We got a picture with some of the guys before we left and even had a little bit of an interview with their photojournalist guy about our trip. We got to talk to him a little bit too about his personal faith and what he and we have noticed about the difference in church between home and here. It was a really neat opportunity but we later found out we technically weren't allowed to be there and that it was supposed to be exclusively a military operation. Oops...
This morning we went to church with our new friend who came to our English class and who went with us to the market. We met him at 9 or so and walked with him to his family's church down the road from where we first stayed. The place was a work in progress but it was really neat to see the building unfinished. The walls were still concrete but all the nice fancy stuff had been put up on the walls and around the main part of the church. In the back room the painting had started but hadn't yet been completed. One of the priests there spoke incredible English and told us all about the church and answered all of the questions we had about his job, the church as a whole, the history of the church, the significance of certain paintings we saw, and even asked us a few questions of his own. As we were walking around we also got to witness him blessing someone's bread in the name of their family "slava" or family saint who protects and blesses their family. Every family in Serbia has one and it's been passed down hundreds of years as one of the Serbian Orthodox's primary traditions.
We took some pictures, asked our questions, looked around, and then went to a bakery across the street. We said our final goodbye to our new friend and it was weird. Not in an awkward way (maybe a little bit) but in more of a, "is this really happening?" sort of way. It's weird to think about leaving tomorrow for Belgrade.
Speaking of Belgrade, here's the plan for the rest of our trip:
* We will be doing something with Jovica and his family tonight for the last time. It'll be pretty sad saying goodbye to them because they have been a huge help to us this trip and have quickly become our closest friends here. I'm honestly tearing up a little bit now thinking about the possibility of never them again, and I'm sure I'll do the same thing again tonight at some point. We're also going to do something to celebrate their anniversary - which is a little different than how we do it in America. They celebrate the day they started dating, not the day they got married, and apparently it's a social event. Kinda neat. Not sure what we'll do or when but it should be a great time, if even a very emotional one as well.
* We will leave tomorrow morning at 9 a.m. to drive to Belgrade and meet the missionary family. We will be in a hostile tomorrow night and then with the family the second night before our early flight Sunday.
* Saturday will be our day to explore Belgrade with the missionary. We will look around the city a little bit, maybe go to the theater, play games with the MKs, who knows... We will soak in our last little bit of Serbia before the 6 a.m. flight to Frankfurt.
Passports are packed, luggage is ready to go. All that's left are goodbyes. This trip has been an unforgettable journey filled with amazing amounts of friends, laughter, culture shock, and valuable lessons that God has poured all over this group and the people we've met here. I have zero doubt that we will come to see amazing things happen in time from what has happened on this trip and I expect full heartedly for the friendships we made here to continue for years, if not our lifetimes. We have been so blessed to have had this opportunity and can't wait to come home and share it with you all who prayed for us the entire time. We love you all :)
See you in a few days! I may or may not blog again before we get home so if not, then - CIAO!