last week of PNE

Well, the young'ns arrived on Sunday with Mike Polacek.  Seeing Henry and Keenan made me miss Zane immensely.  I understand from him that the chickens are thriving, he and G are casting and blasting, and that life in the commons is unsurprisingly weed-focused.  

Here in Sušice, I'm learning more about day-to-day life for Czechs.  I've met a wonderful young woman named Pavlína, whom I hope will be able to return with me to Salt Lake City next 

year.  Her mother has welcomed me with home-cooked meals and big motherly hugs.

 

Our page in the newspaper came out in the paper last week, but the image of me was Pinhead Heather, as you can see.  It matters not. We have another deadline tomorrow for the issue that will be released the weekend I

leave to come home.

Home is sounding sweet these days--real mountains, loved ones, good red wine.   I feel some ambivalence about leaving, of course, and before I leave, more adventures await. 

Tomorrow, I will visit České Krumlov,  which has a reputation as a jewel of a town here in CZ. On Thursday, I will move to Kadov, about five kilometers from Chanovice.  There I will be living with the Mayor of the village, a woman named Vladomíra Tomanová.  

You may notice that all Czech women's names end in ová.   For example, I stayed with the family Trnkovi in Lazny.  Vaček Trnkov is the name of the father and Melina Trnková is the mother's name.  My Czech is laughable, but I'm determined to learn.