Culture Shock

Since we've been back in the States we've been busier than Sarah Palin's wardrobe shoppers. All of the errands we've run, relatives we've visited and places we've gone to have required a considerable amount of driving. Each time I've gotten into the car and ventured out onto the roadways I find myself thinking: “Wow it’s easy to drive here!” Assuming you’re not on the nice new Croatian highway, if you’re a driver in Croatia you’re taking a risk every time you drive. The following is a list of obstacles you could very well encounter on a typical Croatian 2 lane (1 in each direction) roadway: 1. cars 2. trucks 3. tractors 4. combines 5. three-wheelers 6. wheelchairs 7. trams 8. bicyclists 9. pedestrians 10. sheep 11. shepherds 12. cows During the daytime these objects are not so difficult to avoid. Wheelchairs a...

So I thought my first blog entry back in America would be something about how big America is or Americans are, how convenient they make things or how beautiful New England is in the fall. This has in fact been the longest I've been away. There is bound to be culture shock. But no. This post is about the child care center in the Zurich airport. Petra was excited to find out that there was indeed a place to feed Enoh during our 7 hour layover. However, we were in no way prepared for what awaited us in the Terminal A “Kinder” Center: - four changing stations - a separate room with: four cribs and two rocking chairs for feeding - a microwave - a fussball table - a lifesize Connect4 (in which I proved my superiority over Petra) - two Playstation2 stations: - lots of table space - 3 sinks - lots of pillows - lots of stuffed animals - a computer game: - one very nice airport nursery attendant who pleasantly informed us that the further we walk in the airport the lower the food prices wi...

Petra, Enoh and I are soon on our way back to my homeland. There's a lot to look forward to - My parents seeing Enoh, enjoying time with friends and family, dunkin donuts...but I'm going to miss Croatia at the same time. Although we don't leave for another few days, realistically my time for blogging will be nonexistant. So I'll make my last post in Croatia a tribute to its beauty. The following is what I've seen (from south to east) of Croatia in my 2 years here. Enjoy. Split Kukljica Tkon Kukljica Plitvica Plitvica Plitvica Zagreb Mikleus Visnjevac Orahovica Orahovica Osijek Osijek Vukovar

This is burek s mesom (burek with meat). We've become good friends since my first visit to Croatia. If eaten with yogurt (which they drink here in Eastern Europe) it sits better in your stomach. My Croatian friends are well aware of my cravings so I try to use it to my advantage. Over the weekend burek s mesom became a useful tool in teaching guitar. “For example,” I told my student, “Think of the G chord as burek s mesom. You can think of Gsus2 as burek s mesom from Orahovica while the G7 is from Zagreb – it’s the same basic thing, but has a different taste.” She got it. Just a day later while teaching English I encountered the problem of teaching contractions. “'I am’ can become ‘I’m’” I explained. “It’s kind of like how in Croatian you combine the ‘s’ and the ‘mesom’ of burek s mesom so when you say it it sounds like smesom.” They all nodded and smiled. And so there you have it. Burek s mesom is more than just a tasty meal – though quite tasty it is.

The guy knows English better than I do! When you move to another country (as I have) and you lose the ability to communicate effectively (as I have) you appreciate good people who can translate for you and even help you learn the language. Hazim has been that x10 for me. Hazim has become a good friend, is my translator when I give a message in church and has helped me learn Croatian. Although not Croatian himself, he grew up in former Yugoslavia, spent some time in the States and has studied theology. Among other things his background has given him a profound knowledge of both English and Croatian making him one of the best translators you can find. And believe me, good translators ARE hard to find. Even more meaningful for me has been his friendship - another thing foreigners often have a hard time finding. We enjoy discussing, debating and developing ideas over coffee or a drive to Zagreb every once in a while. In fact, he is one of the reasons I've been able to make...

What do we do in Orahovica ? youth groups Camps baseball English classes Christmas Package ministry Our desire in all of this is to create a bridge between the community and church; so that the church may be a light to the comuunity.

Sure, I've experienced Jack Frost's nip growing up in the Wisconsin winters, but chestnuts on an open fire? I had to wait until I got to Orahovica to know what that's all about. Yesterday my wife, Enoh and I enjoyed an afternoon with the pastor and his wife picking chestnuts in what has become a traditional event. Here's the "fruit" of our "labor": As for the roasting, Petra loves them - she can never get enough. It's an acquired taste for me though; even with 3 seasons under my belt I have not acquired it. Picking them is the fun/relaxing part. As pastor Slobodan said, you don't have to reap or sow, you just take what has fallen from above. Kind of like grace I suppose.