Today is a bit of a door soup from here and there with my family thrown in for good measure. And there is Duba Duba Duba yeah yeah, as we used to sing.
Let’s start where we dropped off last week when I was in Slovenia celebrating big with my parents. We had a long, interesting and fun lunch (amore commented that we would be late for dinner since we were still at lunch) with immediate family at Grič in Horjul. Then we returned home where a surprise accordionist was waiting. Uncle joined him with his harmonica and we sang and the day was complete. Here are some glimpses from the restaurant.
And now to Duba. If you’re wondering – and you are – Duba is a tiny village on the long and varied Croatian coast. It is the place where I spent my Augusts growing up and it has a special place in my heart and in the hearts of all who visit it.
Last month my oldest friend (by duration, not age) suddenly began throwing photos at me from there and I got that warm feeling that will never fail to appear. It was November and she was swimming and taking photos of how it is now that stairs lead from the terrace of the room where we three used to sleep, she and my elephant-collecting friend (we met there, even though in Ljubljana we lived only 15 minutes apart) and I. Such stairs would have changed it all – but no, we had to climb down if we wished to escape in the night. And we did.
This is us three now, Trio addio (as we joked), three graces from the same generation on the brink of 50 (not yet, next year!).
And this is Duba, by Nika (and friends).
And finally, two especially beautiful door gifts. The first was taken by sister in Maribor, Slovenia, the birthplace of our father, and the second comes from Andreja who lives in Maribor and with whom I was also in Duba more than once when we were little. She saw on Facebook that I like doors and sent me the second beauty from Lovran in Croatia.
Thank you both, and Nika for Duba, and father and cousin for their photos of our celebration, and mom and sister and uncles and Duša and everybody who made my week in Slovenia as wonderful as it was. (Including the dentist. And nurse Branka who went online to find my town in Tuscany immediately upon hearing where I live. And Patti Smith!! I didn’t tell you yet – I went to Trieste to hear her sing in a gorgeous theatre. I’ll tell you more another time. Power to the people!)