I don't know if I've mentioned this previously, but Amy and I have decided that Harmonia just does not exist. There are no signs of a village to be found, and we've hiked quite a bit around the area. But, the school is supposedly on the outskirts of Harmona, thereby the Title of Today's Blog.
Before I go any further regarding dinner, I want to share a story that I forgot to mention in my last blog regarding our adventures in Brno.
Before I go any further regarding dinner, I want to share a story that I forgot to mention in my last blog regarding our adventures in Brno.
Although the Czech
Republic is 70% atheist, there are a surprising amount of beautiful
churches in the town. We popped our heads into several while walking
the town. One such church is a Capuchin Monastery. The monastery
holds a crypt below ground, and Josef found the prospects of going
through this crypt to be quite exciting.
Personally, I could have
foregone that type of excitement, but I certainly did not want to
dampen his fun when he had so generously offered to take us on this
excursion.
Little did I know what to
expect when we walked through the heavy door towards the crypt.
Inside there are skeletal remains on display throughout the crypt.
Apparently, very important people of the town are in the coffins,
where the lids have been removed and a glass cover has replaced it.
I opted not to examine
anything too closely as it just creeped me out. When we got to the
final room, I was surprised to see so many skeletal bodies lined up
in a row on either side. Since the Capuchin monks took a vow of
poverty, they were to have no possessions, including a coffin. So,
when they died, they were put in a coffin that was specially made so
that the bottom slid off. The head of the deceased was placed on two
bricks, the bottom of the coffin was removed, the body slid off, and
the coffin was then put together to be used again. 40 bodies lay
with their heads on brick, lined up in rows behind a glass wall.
There are openings for ventilation in the walls of the room.
On the wall there was an
inscription written in Latin:
What you are, we
once were; What we are, you will be.
Nice to know, don't you
think?
Needless to say, I was
rather anxious to leave the crypt and move onto the other sites of
Brno.
Now, onto today's
adventures. We began the morning in class, learning about the rules
of Slovakian verbs. Quite a lot of rules, and even more exceptions.
Way too much to try to absorb in a day. While in class, we learned
that there was a last minute excursion set up to see the Slovak
Museum of Ludovick Stur in Modra, along with the Ceramics Museum.
Well, who would pass on that opportunity?
So, even though it meant
skipping out on “Konverzujeme”, we opted to go. The museum is
located in Modra center, but the two people who were in charge of our
group decided to take the long way into town, through the vineyards
rather than on the road. And what was really interesting, was that
they needed to stop along the way and ask a woman working in the
fields where the museum was located. I'm still trying to figure out
how someone who works for this university in Modra doesn't know how
to get into the town.
In any event, the story of
Ludovig Stur was told, with the guide speaking in Slovak, but,
luckily, there was a small amount of English written on the boards.
So, we learned the importance of this man in the beginning stages of
Slovakia's search for independence from the Austrian Hungary Empire.
Then, we moved to the
ceramics museum which held some very old pieces of Modra pottery
behind glass.
With Amy and me being on
our own, we opted to buy a frozen pizza at the grocery store for
dinner. There is a toaster oven in the kitchen. The biggest problem
that we have is lugging whatever we have up to the school from town.
The bus comes once an hour, but we can often be back in our room
before the bus will show up.
So, tonight, for dinner we
feasted on pizza and wine from a local vineyard that is only a
stone's throw away. Josef clued us onto that one. Believe me, it
is great stuff. We didn't even bother tasting any wine. We just
went in and asked for the wine that Josef's mother had given us for
dinner.
As you can see from the top photo, we are
quite happy with our choice.
Na Zdravie!!
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