Ancestral Village (not mine)

Trip Start Jul 16, 2009
Trip End Ongoing

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Flag of Croatia  , Zagrebačka,
Monday, July 20, 2009

Well, I managed to catch the train to Sutla without too many problems.  Slavko was waiting for me and we headed off to Željko's mother's ancestral village.  (Notice the correct spelling of Željko's name... one of the advantages of writing up the blog in Croatia)

This place might not be very far from Zagreb (well, Tasmania's bigger than Croatia, so nothing's going to be that remote) but despite what I just wrote in parentheses, this place really was remote.  When we got there, there was a car at the top of the hill and after a bit of a chat we worked out that one of the blokes was Željko's cousin from Canada... but this bloke was actually born down at the bottom of the hill and moved to Canada when he was 13.  What was pretty remarkable was that this bloke is just about Z's twin.  Mannerisms, looks.  It was fascinating!

The view from the path as one descends into this paradise in the valley.  Well, no-one lives there anymore but it's still a paradise for city-slickers.  The first building is a mill, water-driven.  There's a bit of a tiny village at the top of the hill but down the bottom there was just the mill.

The main house with the mill behind...  Finally someone turned up with the key and we got out some tables and chairs and it was picnic time.  It was weird to see so many that I'd seen before in Hobart, out in the country-side in Croatia. 

And inside the house?  Family pics of course.

And once I had a closer look I even found some familiar faces...

Slavko and Ivan...

There he is again...

And the three brothers...

Out the back was a huge cleared area with a stream running through it. 

And the view back in the other direction with the manicured lawn feel to it...

Everyone milling around... including some more familiar faces from Hobart

Someone made some of them pose for the usual group photo... not me...

I suspect it's been a while since this place saw this much action... though in it's hey-day it would have been much more bustling... apparently there were about 11 siblings in one of the generations... 

Yes, Marko was there too... a bit late, but he turned up in the end.  After not answering his phone for three days it was a bit of a surprise for me to see him...

And finally we got down to eating... though I certainly don't remember much of it...

It turned out the be a great day. 

Anyway, the day was far from over for me as I went back to Zagreb in a car with Marko and his brother and ended up staying the night there.  I presume I don't really need to mention that I didn't exactly have an early night.

On the way back we stopped to have a look at this monastery.  No matter where you go you'll always find something interesting like this.

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