<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036</id><updated>2011-08-03T18:05:59.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Fitch in Slovakia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-8238379830987273541</id><published>2009-06-29T19:51:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:25:44.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dovidenia, Mlady!  Bola to Zabava!</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of classes for students in Slovakia.  I'm definitely excited for the summer break, but I have to be honest and say that I'm really going to miss my time in the classrooms here in Liptov.  I honestly have loved our times together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You students have really formed a unique and precious support network for me while I continue to adjust to life away from the states.  My friends, thank you for always greeting me when we pass on the streets or ride on the same buses or meet around town - and especially for welcoming me SO warmly in your classroom.  I will treasure our time together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings for a wonderful and safe summer holiday.  Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lipt. Hradok Elektro "Lower" School Classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklXhF6cEaI/AAAAAAAAA0c/zNbOnA1hpng/s1600-h/IMG_0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklXhF6cEaI/AAAAAAAAA0c/zNbOnA1hpng/s200/IMG_0087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352905858141131170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklXg4CKLpI/AAAAAAAAA0U/3M7w9lWgJ3k/s1600-h/IMG_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklXg4CKLpI/AAAAAAAAA0U/3M7w9lWgJ3k/s200/IMG_0090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352905854415416978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklXgk6KwaI/AAAAAAAAA0M/dcjYkv5QU8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklXgk6KwaI/AAAAAAAAA0M/dcjYkv5QU8Y/s200/IMG_0095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352905849281626530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hybe Primary School Classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklXgRc7TFI/AAAAAAAAA0E/fhUXATUtVg4/s1600-h/IMG_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklXgRc7TFI/AAAAAAAAA0E/fhUXATUtVg4/s200/IMG_0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352905844058704978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklYshSqGLI/AAAAAAAAA08/IZQ5jfiogtQ/s1600-h/IMG_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklYshSqGLI/AAAAAAAAA08/IZQ5jfiogtQ/s200/IMG_0105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352907153980659890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklYsQHr_7I/AAAAAAAAA00/DGKM7W5fJdw/s1600-h/IMG_0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklYsQHr_7I/AAAAAAAAA00/DGKM7W5fJdw/s200/IMG_0110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352907149371244466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklYsOGiC6I/AAAAAAAAA0s/opzNSdmafps/s1600-h/IMG_0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklYsOGiC6I/AAAAAAAAA0s/opzNSdmafps/s200/IMG_0117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352907148829526946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklXgLQPfwI/AAAAAAAAAz8/QF5ZJ0AbDeg/s1600-h/IMG_0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklXgLQPfwI/AAAAAAAAAz8/QF5ZJ0AbDeg/s200/IMG_0103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352905842394889986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hybe Preschool English Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklYrx_xYjI/AAAAAAAAA0k/301dkXb_7Rs/s1600-h/IMG_7089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklYrx_xYjI/AAAAAAAAA0k/301dkXb_7Rs/s200/IMG_7089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352907141284979250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faculty at "Lower" Elektro School in Lipt. Hradok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklYsobxmWI/AAAAAAAAA1E/-77FcZvaoUg/s1600-h/IMG_0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklYsobxmWI/AAAAAAAAA1E/-77FcZvaoUg/s200/IMG_0123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352907155897948514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-8238379830987273541?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/8238379830987273541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=8238379830987273541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/8238379830987273541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/8238379830987273541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2009/06/dovidenia-mlady-bola-to-zabava.html' title='Dovidenia, Mlady!  Bola to Zabava!'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SklXhF6cEaI/AAAAAAAAA0c/zNbOnA1hpng/s72-c/IMG_0087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-405968734626521240</id><published>2009-06-29T17:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:48:56.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimpse of "International House of Prayer"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Skk0w5mQm2I/AAAAAAAAAyU/SM_KGDfXVOQ/s1600-h/International+House+of+Prayer+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Skk0w5mQm2I/AAAAAAAAAyU/SM_KGDfXVOQ/s400/International+House+of+Prayer+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352867646806203234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Skk2FDkPlAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/su-iozoshNY/s1600-h/International+House+of+Prayer+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Skk2FDkPlAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/su-iozoshNY/s320/International+House+of+Prayer+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352869092591113218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have talked a lot about IHOP recently and I thought you'd like to see some of the crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have finished our study of The Lord's Prayer and this week we are beginning a new story-telling bible study using materials from "echo the story".  Simon and Angi have experience with this curriculum and Simon led an interesting story and discussion about creation tonight.  Hopefully, as we progress through this curriculum, we'll grow as a community, in our faith-sharing, and also build our English skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the coming weeks and our times together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, Simon is showing us where to register and find our materials at www.echothestory.com  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Skk2ExvHtbI/AAAAAAAAAyc/zbNmxYmkCrA/s1600-h/International+House+of+Prayer+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Skk2ExvHtbI/AAAAAAAAAyc/zbNmxYmkCrA/s320/International+House+of+Prayer+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352869087804896690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Lubo is a master in the kitchen (after Bible Study we had delightful pudding...what a treat)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-405968734626521240?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/405968734626521240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=405968734626521240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/405968734626521240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/405968734626521240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2009/06/glimpse-of-international-house-of.html' title='A glimpse of &quot;International House of Prayer&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Skk0w5mQm2I/AAAAAAAAAyU/SM_KGDfXVOQ/s72-c/International+House+of+Prayer+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-4897664552580545905</id><published>2009-06-01T10:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:09:25.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A year of many mini-Pentecosts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Life continues to be very busy here in this little village, and we're ready for an even busier summer.  Since most students will finish with their English studies at the end of June, we've begun a few programs to keep opportunities for English-use and (more importantly) faith-sharing alive.   My favorite is something I call IHOP: in late March/ April we began a bible study in English based on understanding The Lord's Prayer.  We began with a few Slovaks and me; now our weekly study has become "International House of Prayer" with about 10 local Slovak students from Hybe, and from a nearby village we have two more Americans and two Swiss.  It's an amazing atmosphere of Christian community!  And even when we get stumped for what to say have to resort to our own native languages (English, Slovak, Swiss German, and German), our little mini-Pentecost is still a celebration of Christian brotherhood.  It's amazing to get to be a part of IHOP and all the other ministry opportunities here in Hybe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-4897664552580545905?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/4897664552580545905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=4897664552580545905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/4897664552580545905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/4897664552580545905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2009/06/year-of-many-mini-pentecosts.html' title='A year of many mini-Pentecosts'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-1659080587125098154</id><published>2009-05-28T17:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:17:50.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am definitely not Mary Poppins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Sh78sqe0XuI/AAAAAAAAAxg/z1B_1t_kejg/s1600-h/IMG_9883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340984052355981026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Sh78sqe0XuI/AAAAAAAAAxg/z1B_1t_kejg/s320/IMG_9883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This afternoon I helped Katka take Ester (1 yr) and Timko (3 yr) to the doctor's office in Lipt. Hradok.  Since Timko didn't need to visit the actual doctor, Katka and I agreed that I could take Timko to the park for a little play time.  However, we did not give him enough warning and the sudden mother-separation was a bit too much for Timko.  We're talking wailing the likes of which I'd forgotten about (since my own temper tantrums in the mid-80's).  The first few minutes of tears and crying were okay, but then I realized:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am standing in a park holding an unconsolable child that is screaming for his momma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know Slovak past counting, naming colors, and maybe a handful of verbs I can't conjugate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still don't have official legal rights to be in this country.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feeling very much like a kid-napper, I spent the next few minutes coming up with a plan to quiet Timko.  I promised candy.  &lt;em&gt;No.  &lt;/em&gt;I said we could go get a coke. &lt;em&gt; No.  &lt;/em&gt;Get a magazine? &lt;em&gt;Absolutely not.&lt;/em&gt;  I was about out of tricks and Timko was howling.  However, as soon as I mentioned ice cream, there was absolute silence.  Immediately, a grin came over his sweet face and Timko began to plan which flavor to get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mary Poppins could have probably defused this situation better than I did, but at the whopping price of 25 Euro cents, my tactic for kidnapping/quieting was still pretty successful I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-1659080587125098154?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/1659080587125098154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=1659080587125098154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/1659080587125098154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/1659080587125098154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-definitely-not-mary-poppins.html' title='I am definitely not Mary Poppins'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Sh78sqe0XuI/AAAAAAAAAxg/z1B_1t_kejg/s72-c/IMG_9883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-9007701824802832059</id><published>2009-05-06T02:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T02:11:29.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring in Hybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;April was absolutely gorgeous here in Hybe...and May's shaping up to be just as pretty.  Thank you, Lord, for springtime, renewal, and blooming life!  What wonderful ways to try to understand your amazing creation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgEoi7MI17I/AAAAAAAAAwI/Ype8VxwO9zg/s1600-h/IMG_9689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgEoi7MI17I/AAAAAAAAAwI/Ype8VxwO9zg/s400/IMG_9689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332588014252644274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Timko pauses from his busy afternoon in the garden to capture a pic of the rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-9007701824802832059?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/9007701824802832059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=9007701824802832059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/9007701824802832059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/9007701824802832059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-in-hybe.html' title='Spring in Hybe'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgEoi7MI17I/AAAAAAAAAwI/Ype8VxwO9zg/s72-c/IMG_9689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-5283471907293004716</id><published>2009-05-04T17:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:16:16.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Predkonfirmačné sustredenie in Gerlachov</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Sf9oD9fpfQI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ri97DXXsxBQ/s1600-h/IMG_9621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Sf9oD9fpfQI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ri97DXXsxBQ/s400/IMG_9621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332094901086158082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This past weekend I joined the youth for a confirmation retreat in the nearby mountains.  Oh, it was beautiful and a wonderful chance to relax and hang-out with the youth.  Even though I'm supposed to be speaking in English with the youth, weekends like this make me a little sad that I can't speak Slovak and interact with them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;.  However, the youth were very brave and are speaking to me much more than even a few months ago.  I truly, truly appreciate them going to such great lengths to include me in their conversations and activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to share some pictures from the retreat, but they'll take forever to load here.  If you would like to have a look at our confirmation retreat, click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=93206&amp;amp;id=674066636&amp;amp;l=f5123bb841"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It should take you to my Facebook album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and somethings I think are pretty cool (but also terrifying) are the requirements confirmands must fulfill before their affirmation of faith.  Along with regular classes, Sunday school, and voluntary services around the church and community, confirmands also must be examined on their catechism/ Biblical knowledge in front of the entire church.  The first Sunday worship examination was on April 19; students had to stand in front of the church and be able to recite/ explain the following: talk about 3 resurrections, Jesus' resurrection, the Last Supper, Catechism, reciting Psalms (I heard at least 8), the Annunciation, choose three miracles and explain them, choose 3 parables and explain them, Jesus' temptation in the Wilderness, Jesus' birth, Jesus' baptism....and this is all just ROUND 1!  The next examination in front of the church will be May 17th, so say a prayer for these confirmands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-5283471907293004716?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/5283471907293004716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=5283471907293004716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/5283471907293004716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/5283471907293004716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2009/05/predkonfirmacne-sustredenie-in.html' title='Predkonfirmačné sustredenie in Gerlachov'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Sf9oD9fpfQI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ri97DXXsxBQ/s72-c/IMG_9621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-5752894891855780777</id><published>2009-05-04T17:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T05:39:15.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A really cool way to celebrate a birthday</title><content type='html'>My birthday was truly wonderful this year. I want to share something I think is pretty interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Some of you may know that I live with two families here in Hybe...I'm with one (Šuchtárovci) during the week and the other (Muchálovci) on weekends . I love them both and I am grateful they do so much to strengthen and support me. Anyway, can you believe that both of these families have the same anniversary date...and that their anniversaries also coincide with my birthday?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right...Marta and Pavel were married &lt;strong&gt;4/21/79&lt;/strong&gt;, Katka and Lubo were married &lt;strong&gt;4/21/01&lt;/strong&gt;, and my birthday was &lt;strong&gt;4/21/80&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at what the Lord has done and is continuing to do through these families...and I'm certain he knew what he was doing when he brought our lives together. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Muchálovci, Šuchtárovci, and Sarah Fitch all celebrate April 21st!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Sf9hclgAImI/AAAAAAAAAvo/gUXo0uyPAEA/s1600-h/IMG_6581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332087627560526434" style="width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Sf9hclgAImI/AAAAAAAAAvo/gUXo0uyPAEA/s200/IMG_6581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Sf9hc8K_O5I/AAAAAAAAAvw/UuwAVslXEkI/s1600-h/IMG_9152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332087633646402450" style="width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Sf9hc8K_O5I/AAAAAAAAAvw/UuwAVslXEkI/s200/IMG_9152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Sf9hdPUW7sI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ArLjx2a7oVk/s1600-h/IMG_7252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332087638785978050" style="width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Sf9hdPUW7sI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ArLjx2a7oVk/s200/IMG_7252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;some more pics from an amazing b-day in Slovakia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFXiPQRM_I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/BJhYytEXe3g/s1600-h/IMG_9411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFXiPQRM_I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/BJhYytEXe3g/s200/IMG_9411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332639679505314802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFYflpmViI/AAAAAAAAAxY/iol_3V-Hrk4/s1600-h/IMG_9404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFYflpmViI/AAAAAAAAAxY/iol_3V-Hrk4/s200/IMG_9404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332640733489157666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFYfdU-buI/AAAAAAAAAxI/6bnxvM_gm6I/s1600-h/IMG_9381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFYfdU-buI/AAAAAAAAAxI/6bnxvM_gm6I/s200/IMG_9381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332640731255172834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFYfUUJkFI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/6Q_i1Re0Q58/s1600-h/IMG_9384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFYfUUJkFI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/6Q_i1Re0Q58/s200/IMG_9384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332640728835788882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFXixjbxBI/AAAAAAAAAww/8ga5VDwGi5E/s1600-h/IMG_9447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFXixjbxBI/AAAAAAAAAww/8ga5VDwGi5E/s200/IMG_9447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332639688712504338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b-day morning, going to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/span&gt; in Bratislava, trip to IKEA, b-day wishes and cake from Starka Marka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFYfP8429I/AAAAAAAAAxA/jqV9DGOreVQ/s1600-h/IMG_9449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFYfP8429I/AAAAAAAAAxA/jqV9DGOreVQ/s200/IMG_9449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332640727664483282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFYe3-kMhI/AAAAAAAAAw4/z_4AmqOegwI/s1600-h/IMG_9435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFYe3-kMhI/AAAAAAAAAw4/z_4AmqOegwI/s200/IMG_9435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332640721229066770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFXimZdP5I/AAAAAAAAAwg/AvD1-zQGYgg/s1600-h/IMG_9511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFXimZdP5I/AAAAAAAAAwg/AvD1-zQGYgg/s200/IMG_9511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332639685717868434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFXi3ddIsI/AAAAAAAAAwo/byTLzcj6dek/s1600-h/IMG_9495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFXi3ddIsI/AAAAAAAAAwo/byTLzcj6dek/s200/IMG_9495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332639690298041026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFXiPTBHjI/AAAAAAAAAwY/KwC0Nr4n80E/s1600-h/IMG_9451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SgFXiPTBHjI/AAAAAAAAAwY/KwC0Nr4n80E/s200/IMG_9451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332639679516843570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna's bacon's too pretty to eat, swimming in Poprad, surprise b-day dinner (halusky and perohies), Hybe at dusk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-5752894891855780777?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/5752894891855780777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=5752894891855780777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/5752894891855780777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/5752894891855780777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2009/05/really-cool-way-to-celebrate-birthday.html' title='A really cool way to celebrate a birthday'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Sf9hclgAImI/AAAAAAAAAvo/gUXo0uyPAEA/s72-c/IMG_6581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-1691551455503822761</id><published>2009-05-04T08:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:53:27.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things don't always turn out like they're planned...</title><content type='html'>I used to have a story called "Things don't always turn out like they're planned" pinned to my cork board.  The story is about a youth group's "random acts of kindness" project.  Apparently this youth group assembled boxes filled with letters of encouragement, cookies and treats, and fun little gifts to lift the spirit - and then left them anonymously throughout their town.  Sounds awesome, right?  I know I'd love to walk out my door and see something amazing just waiting for me.  Apparently not everyone else agreed...flash forward in the story to one of their lovely R.A.K. boxes being blown apart by the local bomb squad because it looked suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought about that story quite a bit since I've been here in Slovakia.  Sure, plans change a lot everywhere...and to be honest, I sometimes have quite a difficult time adjusting.  Plans change, times are pushed back or moved forward, people are going to come and then back out.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't this why we make plans?&lt;/span&gt; is how I used to approach this.  However, this year's giving me a chance to have a little perspective and listen for what the Holy Spirit is encouraging me to see and hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a story from last month I keep coming back to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The progressive dinner on Friday was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;like I'd hoped to organize.  When we were about to set off, one of the leaders of the youth group was confused when I said we'd go to Pivkovci for the first part of our progressive dinner/evening.  Uh oh, there was a problem and the youth didn't want to follow my plans.  To be fair, I should have realized that progressive dinners are against Slovak culture...going to someone's home for 30 minutes and then leaving just isn't how things operate.  It took quite a bit of convincing and insistence we follow my plan, but Dorast (the youth group) agreed to join me.  However, anyone could see they were not happy; the elaborate evening of visits I'd planned was widely unpopular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so embarrassed I'd planned something they disliked so much.  What's worse, though, is I was even more embarrassed at how transparent my feelings were...two of the youth even began a campaign to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first visit, we deviated from my original plans and went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marušiakovci.  The youth were making it clear they wanted to cut down on the homes we'd visit.  I really hated calling the families that had prepared food for us and cancel, but they were quite understanding.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;However, it was a g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reat decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mary had made plans also and had arranged for us to go sing at her neighbor's home.  Then we shared prayers and were ready to walk out the door when the neighbor surprised us and led our group in saying the Apostles' Creed and giving a blessing to everyone there.  It was such an amazing and moving moment!  I was able to see the contrast between my "plans" and the impromptu ministry happening through Mary and her neighbors.  I felt the Holy Spirit telling me to back down from insisting on my plans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and truly support Mary in her ministry with the youth group.  The message was quite clear: Sarah, put your pride on the shelf and support the ministry that is already happening here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That night was so powerful for me.  It's true that things don't always turn out like they're planned...and I thank God that is true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Sf7zGgN5xNI/AAAAAAAAAvg/0B5Hu0qQwSw/s1600-h/IMG_8858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Sf7zGgN5xNI/AAAAAAAAAvg/0B5Hu0qQwSw/s400/IMG_8858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331966301906257106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-1691551455503822761?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/1691551455503822761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=1691551455503822761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/1691551455503822761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/1691551455503822761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-dont-always-turn-out-like-theyre.html' title='Things don&apos;t always turn out like they&apos;re planned...'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/Sf7zGgN5xNI/AAAAAAAAAvg/0B5Hu0qQwSw/s72-c/IMG_8858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-6854028040300005893</id><published>2009-03-26T04:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T05:02:29.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of a letter I wrote to myself back in October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;15 October '08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ahoj sarah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;well, you've been here in SK almost a month and a half now...and what you've experienced has been quite different than your expectations back when you were in the USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;your primary reasons for wanting to join the YAGM program involved opening your heart to God's voice and also to push yourself to experience new (and possibly) uncomfortable ways of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;it's amazing now to think how the Holy Spirit was at work then...and also now.  being in slovakia has given you the opportunity to experience these new ways of life.  also, you are constantly being reminded that others have some rather amazing and abundant gifts to share with others and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the kindness, spiritual support, and hospitality you are shown is sometimes more than you can handle.  you feel you came here to slovakia to assist and help and support.  instead, you are receiving new messages from the Holy Spirit.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"slow down.  stay a while.  listen.  show that person you love and value them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;learning to live in this community and in this way is both the easiest and one of the most challenging tasks.  how can i say how much i appreciate, respect, and love them?  how can i make it clear?  it seems so impossible to relate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;remember this: you are not alone...in fact, it feels like you're under a magnifying glass sometimes.  but beyond that, there are people who genuinely love you and share your values and convictions.  cherish them and the moments you can share with them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing another letter to myself today... perhaps I'll pull it out in another five months and see where I am then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-6854028040300005893?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/6854028040300005893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=6854028040300005893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/6854028040300005893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/6854028040300005893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-of-letter-i-wrote-to-myself-back.html' title='Part of a letter I wrote to myself back in October'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-1692249615782263855</id><published>2009-03-26T03:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:29:51.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time...</title><content type='html'>Well, I feel very guilty I've been neglecting the blog for so long.  I wish I could say it's because life's slowed down, but that is absolutely not true.  There is so much happening that I want to share and tell you all about, but I've been lazy, lazy, lazy.  Today, however, my second class at school was canceled and I have no excuse but to sit at this computer and tell you a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big part of my transition to life and mission in Slovakia has been learning to stop trying to label and categorize every minute and every activity of my day.  Before I left the states to come here (and even the first few weeks in Hybe), I was pretty uncertain about what my "work" responsibilities included.  I knew my placement would be at the local Evangelical (Lutheran) church and that I might also have some responsibilities in helping with English instruction at local schools.  Even after settling in and finding a rhythm to life in Slovakia, I still found myself thinking in terms of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today I will go to school, then spend time with this person or that, hang out with the youth, etc...and those will be my responsive "good works"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  While I think that being busy has been a blessing for me, busyness just for those reasons isn't the purpose and it's not the ministry I signed-up for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be to God, the ELCA embraces the Church's role in mission through a concept called &lt;i&gt;Accompaniment&lt;/i&gt;.  This basically means churches around the world are strengthened when they walk together and serve God and are sharing Gospel along the way.  What a simple, yet profound, concept!  I consider it a true honor I can be a small part of the mission field while in Slovakia and every day I realize we are all in mission together. To be certain, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mission&lt;/span&gt; is building schools and churches around the world.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mission&lt;/span&gt; is proclaiming Christ's death and resurrection to our friends and strangers in our own neighborhoods.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mission&lt;/span&gt; is also listening to someone who needs to share about what's going on in their life.  Here are a few of my new conceptions of what it means to be involved in Slovakia's ministry: sitting with someone who is fearful and stressed about their baby's high fever, accepting hospitality and sharing new faith experiences with others, learning more about the faith climate and cultural practices in this location, praying for the Holy Spirit to continue to move and bring healing and reconciliation through this post-Communist time.  The ministry and mission aren't difficult things.  For me, the biggest challenge is truly allowing my heart to be opened and to be fully participating in the many blessings God is showing me through this community in Hybe and the Liptov region.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-1692249615782263855?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/1692249615782263855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=1692249615782263855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/1692249615782263855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/1692249615782263855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time...'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-7385870848165606743</id><published>2009-02-06T08:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:42:42.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charleston Currents article</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For those of you who couldn't find the article in last week's Charleston Currents, here it is below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:-2;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S          FOCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Student          finds Charleston, Slovakia share love for food, more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:-2;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;color:#666666;"&gt;By          SARAH FITCH&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Special to CharlestonCurrents.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;Editor's note:            Mount Pleasant resident Sarah Fitch is on a church-sponsored mission            trip to Slovakia. We thought you would enjoy her insights (and those            of the Slovaks) about sharing memories of hard times, as well as            the way she describes the Lowcountry to the people she meets. Sarah,            28, is the daughter of Rial and Peggy Fitch of Mount Pleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;JAN. 29,          2009 -- Greetings to everyone back in the Lowcountry of South Carolina          from Central Europe! I am currently serving as a Young Adults in Global          Mission (YAGM) volunteer. This is a program from the Evangelical Lutheran          Church in America (ELCA) that gives young adults the opportunity to be          in global mission. There are about 36 active missionaries from YAGM spread          out all over the world, sharing experiences that foster the development          of leadership, present cross-culture skill building, grow the principle          of simple living, and ultimately bring forth young adults that are "globally          formed and globally informed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;table width="9" align="right" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="8"&gt;         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td bg height="55" style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;              &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.charlestoncurrents.com/images/09_images/09.0129.fitch.jpg" width="97" height="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Fitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;Since August          of last year, I have been living and working in Hybe, Slovakia, a tiny          village at the base of the High Tatras mountains. Since a great deal of          my participation in this YAGM program involves making connections between          my home community in Charleston and the people here, I hope you will indulge          me in a curious similarity I've stumbled upon between Charlestonians and          Slovaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;By the          time we Lowcountry natives are knee-deep into hurricane season, many of          our gatherings seem to share the same stories. In my family and circle          of friends, we usually talk about Hurricane Hugo and how it affected life,          how we dealt, and all those many details that changed our lives for a          while. Perhaps older generations remember Grace or another powerful storm,          while the younger ones bring to mind Katrina or others that so recently          devastated the Gulf Coast. Our common experiences and ordeals are relayed          annually and somewhat ceremonially. With the passing of time, even these          hardships and challenges have become less burdensome and painful. In my          family, especially, they have become things we can take pride in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;table width="9" align="left" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="8"&gt;         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td bg height="55" style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;              &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.charlestoncurrents.com/images/09_images/09.0129.village.jpg" width="300" height="218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The village of Hybe, Slovakia, is shown with the High Tatras mountains                in the background at the end of a winter day.&lt;i&gt; (Photo by Sarah                Fitch.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;In the          village of Hybe, certain conditions also inspire trips down memory lane.          Recently Slovakia was bracing for a severe gas shortage as a result of          the Russia-Ukraine pipeline disagreement. Immediately, this prompted the          government to begin rationing gas for individual consumption, small businesses,          and government and state use as well. Thank goodness this is no longer          an issue here, but just as storm season gets us thinking of our past,          the government response in Slovakia has reminded many residents in this          village of the Communist era. Over the past few weeks, I have heard so          many stories about people standing in lines for four hours to buy bread.          Others are quick to remember when schools and government offices would          close for weeks on end if there was not enough gas or coal to heat the          buildings during long winters, and how at one point overnight everyone's          money became worthless and a new currency was issued to put everyone on          an equal level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;When trying          to comprehend the magnitude of these problems, I ask how they were able          to motivate and inspire themselves. Most of the people I meet shrug and          say something to the effect that it wasn't that bad or that they were          able to manage. However, I wonder if relating their stories through the          years could have helped them the way our storm stories have helped us?          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;One wonderful          aspect of my volunteer "job" here in Slovakia is that I get          to have many exchanges with different groups of people. In a typical week,          I meet students from preschool age all the way up to 80-year-old English          as a Second Language students. People are very interested in America,          and I have the good fortune to be able to share a little bit about myself          and the wonderful community from which I come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;table width="186" align="right" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="8"&gt;         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td bg height="55" style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;              &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.charlestoncurrents.com/images/09_images/09.0129.ladies.jpg" width="175" height="220" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Sarah Fitch's host grandmother, Margita, and host mother, Marta,                with a pot of halusky, a popular Slovak dish.&lt;i&gt; (Photo by Sarah                Fitch.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;Being a          native of the South Carolina Lowcountry, I usually start by sharing about          the hospitality and friendliness of our people, the beautiful natural          scenery all around, and our delicious local food. All of these qualities          can also be associated with my new home in Slovakia. Here in Hybe, hospitality          has been ingrained into every aspect of life. More often than not, "quick          visits" to drop in on a friend or neighbor become five- to six-hour          stretches of conversation and relaxation. I also learned quite quickly          to drop my habit of calling ahead before such visits - the calls are irrelevant          and time-consuming. It's best to just show up and wait to be fussed over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;As far          as beautiful surroundings go, I do miss seeing the Lowcountry. I don't          think that ever really goes away. However, I do have some amazing opportunities          to take in the glorious natural surroundings here: mountains that legend          says were placed by the angels, ice caves, rivers just waiting to be kayaked          (for me this will have to wait for a little warmer weather), and beautiful,          untouched forests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;Finally,          just as Charleston prides itself on delicious and inspiring Lowcountry          fare, Hybe and Slovakia are quick to offer the same. The national dish          in Slovakia is Bryndza Halusky (potato dumplings and sheep cheese served          with fried bacon), and I have probably had it in every home in Hybe. Usually          by coffee hour, the subject of national American dishes comes up and I          am always stumped to find one true and unifying "American" meal.          At this point I offer the USA's specialty in regional cooking. I think          where I find the most common ground between my home in Charleston and          my home in the village is with shrimp-n-grits. Over the years I feel like          I've probably seen this recipe prepared every way imaginable (and in many          different homes), and perhaps that is the same with Bryndza Halusky. Everyone          has a unique twist to the recipe, and every occasion to eat it is a celebration.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;At the          end of most days, I am able to sit back and try to comprehend all that          I am experiencing. I am from a beautiful place in the Lowcountry that          takes pride in its heritage and beauty and hospitality. And now, for this          year, I am fortunate to live in a village that shares these values. Peace          to you from Central Europe, and please know that I am sending greetings          from the people of Hybe and nearby villages to everyone back home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sarah Fitch blogs          about her trip at &lt;a href="http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.          For more about the Young Adults in Global Mission program,&lt;a href="http://www.elca.org/Who-We-Are/Our-Three-Expressions/Churchwide-Organization/Global-Mission/Engage-in-Global-Mission/Global-Service/Basics-of-Global-Service/Young-Adults.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;          click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-7385870848165606743?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/7385870848165606743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=7385870848165606743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7385870848165606743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7385870848165606743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2009/02/charleston-currents-article.html' title='Charleston Currents article'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-2984957177622911488</id><published>2009-01-20T15:05:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:11:24.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An All-American Evening in Slovakia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SXY5qlS9_7I/AAAAAAAAAvY/dg61wmW1Gns/s1600-h/IMG_7900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SXY5qlS9_7I/AAAAAAAAAvY/dg61wmW1Gns/s400/IMG_7900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293481815749558194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ľuboš: "We all converted to Americans tonight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for an hour and a half, that was true enough.  Tonight some of Hybe came over to Katka and Lubo's house to help me celebrate Obama's inauguration.  It has been an interesting time to be in Slovakia, for sure...I remember in October and November that almost everyone I met (at some point) made sure to ask me who I was planning to give my vote, who I thought would be a good president, etc.  This was a unique time for me to be able to get a feel on the local level what Slovaks in general and also the people in Hybe (and the nearby villages) thought of our American election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times over, I was surprised to hear middle and high school students with very definite opinions.  Most of the people I met were pretty pro-Obama...and not just for the reasons I expected.  One funny story from election day: when I was riding in to school on that Tuesday, some students relayed a story they'd heard on the radio that the election had already been called in Obama's favor - and there was much rejoicing.  I tried to explain that in America it was only 1:30 AM Eastern time...and not even Tuesday yet on the west coast.  This opened an interesting discussion of our election process. Well, by the end of the day, history had happened back in the states and my little explanation into the electoral college didn't really matter so much...but I really have enjoyed these impromptu discussions that seem to spring up in different ways every so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SXY2UJ3fnUI/AAAAAAAAAug/DFMgIWxfl18/s1600-h/IMG_7888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SXY2UJ3fnUI/AAAAAAAAAug/DFMgIWxfl18/s320/IMG_7888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293478131894558018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since November, I have had many, many congratulations and well wishes for America from my community here in Hybe.  In these tough economic times, Slovakia seems especially watchful to what's happening back in my home country.  Also, there is true concern and love for us being sent westward across the Atlantic.  It's good to remember love and care can go in many directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SXY2UZNrcwI/AAAAAAAAAuo/loXdzuoi7A0/s1600-h/IMG_7898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SXY2UZNrcwI/AAAAAAAAAuo/loXdzuoi7A0/s320/IMG_7898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293478136014140162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as America ushered in President #44, a dedicated group from Hybe became Americans (even if only for a little while).  We had an All-American meal (hamburgers, baked potatoes, creamed corn, string-cheese, and *real* Coca-Cola).  We watched the inauguration in Slovak and English, sang "The Star Spangled Banner" (why is that song so difficult to sing if you're not in a sport stadium?), and shared our excitement for this historic moment.  It really was a glorious evening!  Oh, there's so much joy and exhilaration happening.  It's a new start and a hopeful time.  I tried to share my feeling that with so many bad things always on the headlines, it's good to see my country coming together, celebrating, planning, gearing up for the work we have ahead.  Even though I am away from the USA now, I can't feel a single mile of the distance.  (Thanks, CNN and Facebook for letting me join my nation on this jubilant moment!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SXY2VSIWYCI/AAAAAAAAAu4/JW5IQYdnMvE/s1600-h/IMG_7914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SXY2VSIWYCI/AAAAAAAAAu4/JW5IQYdnMvE/s320/IMG_7914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293478151292608546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, Mr. President...we're ready to see what you're going to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O!  I almost forgot the most important thing.... you just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't  &lt;/span&gt;have an Obama inauguration party without some appropriate party food...I hope you can appreciate everything we served (main foods...along with accompaniments of veggies, cheese, buns, etc)  was "O" shaped for #44.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SXY4Qj-OV8I/AAAAAAAAAvA/V2aLs_lTyyI/s1600-h/IMG_7897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SXY4Qj-OV8I/AAAAAAAAAvA/V2aLs_lTyyI/s320/IMG_7897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293480269205886914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SXY4RPZ25UI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/gxW2kvbQhp8/s1600-h/IMG_7891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SXY4RPZ25UI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/gxW2kvbQhp8/s320/IMG_7891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293480280864515394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SXY4Q4eYZZI/AAAAAAAAAvI/8Iteh6WfGsk/s1600-h/IMG_7890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SXY4Q4eYZZI/AAAAAAAAAvI/8Iteh6WfGsk/s320/IMG_7890.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293480274709472658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt; - We're already planning our next party...we'll serve schnitzel and only speak in English for the evening.  Since the pastor doesn't speak much English, we're speculating which conditions will prove the strongest for the evening - his hesitation for English or his intense craving for schnitzel.  Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PPS&lt;/span&gt; - Wanna come for dinner?  Katka says if you comment on this post, she'll send you an invitation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-2984957177622911488?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/2984957177622911488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=2984957177622911488' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/2984957177622911488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/2984957177622911488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2009/01/american-evening-in-slovakia.html' title='An All-American Evening in Slovakia'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SXY5qlS9_7I/AAAAAAAAAvY/dg61wmW1Gns/s72-c/IMG_7900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-7211976786309433213</id><published>2008-12-31T01:19:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:40:05.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas in Hybe</title><content type='html'>I do realize how fortunate I am...this year I spent my first Christmas away from home and family - Slovak-style. I'm trying to think how many of my loved ones have been given such a unique and wonderful opportunity I've had. To be honest, there were a few moments when my emotions did overwhelm me and I'd have to say I was a bit homesick. However, I was able to experience the holiday with my amazing new friends and "family" here in Hybe. It was a wonderful, beautiful Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures for how my Christmas in Hybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;looked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am going out into the forest with Johny, Marek, and Radko to pick their Christmas tree. This was my first experience getting a tree some other place besides the playground at Stella Maris's tree lot or Boone Hall Farms. At first it did seem a bit like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation&lt;/span&gt;, especially when the boys started getting cold and tired ("Clark, Audrey's frozen from the waist down..."), but the scenery, fresh air, and Christmas excitement with the Žiškovci was amazing! I loved it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsRIiObdrI/AAAAAAAAAsI/monBBszFHQs/s1600-h/IMG_7564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsRIiObdrI/AAAAAAAAAsI/monBBszFHQs/s320/IMG_7564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285837425973360306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorating the Christmas Tree with Marek and Radko...definitely an experience!  You might be able to see that one branch has three ornaments on it (two gold, one red).  Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsRI4MkRZI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/tIVDPjaLwwE/s1600-h/IMG_7592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsRI4MkRZI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/tIVDPjaLwwE/s320/IMG_7592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285837431871128978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorating the tree with the Šuchtárovci...another great time!  Even had a chance to make the star for the tree-topper.  When the back of the star was a little messed-up, Ľuboš and Katka tried to make me feel better: "Sarah, it is fine.  Who will see the back of the tree?"  My mortified response, "Ježiško."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsRJS2h0aI/AAAAAAAAAsY/D_NTZ838VGE/s1600-h/IMG_7615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsRJS2h0aI/AAAAAAAAAsY/D_NTZ838VGE/s320/IMG_7615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285837439026450850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the Christmas Eve service, the pastor, Zuzka, and Johny called me to the front of the church to thank me for being here...and also to tell me they were thinking of me since I'd be away from my friends and family back home for Christmas.  If I hadn't been scared of breaking down and crying at the front of the sanctuary, I'd have said that I was happy to be there, too, and that I was surrounded by "family".  I did not have the courage to say that, but it doesn't mean it's not true.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVscaZ-6X8I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/a3McMESQWrw/s1600-h/christmas+eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVscaZ-6X8I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/a3McMESQWrw/s320/christmas+eve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285849827626344386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Christmas Eve service at church, we even had new snow fall!  Magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsRJhnAIRI/AAAAAAAAAsg/QDudcGVQwcM/s1600-h/IMG_7622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsRJhnAIRI/AAAAAAAAAsg/QDudcGVQwcM/s320/IMG_7622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285837442987860242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsVxDW9V6I/AAAAAAAAAuA/R4yqpGZ6CeI/s1600-h/IMG_7628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsVxDW9V6I/AAAAAAAAAuA/R4yqpGZ6CeI/s320/IMG_7628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285842520108783522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unique Slovak Christmas dinner traditions: on the table there is always garlic, bread, and salt (for health).  Under the tablecloth, there is always money hidden.  Traditional food: Opekance (like bread pudding with poppyseeds), Kapustnice(sour cabbage soup), potato salad, pork (or in some families, fish), and Vianočné oblátky (wafers) for dessert.  In the Muchálovci family, their entire meal is eaten without clearing plates or moving up from the table...no standing allowed.  This is definitely the only time I've seen Marta Muchálova sit still so long, because she's always so busy.  For Christmas dinner, however, we had a leisurely meal and great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsS7xoxIJI/AAAAAAAAAtA/yHfAbEzv0xo/s1600-h/IMG_7641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsS7xoxIJI/AAAAAAAAAtA/yHfAbEzv0xo/s320/IMG_7641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285839405795319954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muchalovci and Starymama (Margita) after Christmas dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsY8YmDnAI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Ef5s7rcWpeM/s1600-h/IMG_7640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsY8YmDnAI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Ef5s7rcWpeM/s320/IMG_7640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285846013322697730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with the pastor and his family...Adrianka, Samko, Pastor, Little Sará, and me!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsS84tfCsI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/dyIgcCBne-U/s1600-h/IMG_7654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsS84tfCsI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/dyIgcCBne-U/s320/IMG_7654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285839424874023618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paya and Zuzka...my sisters.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsS7GG7w2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/uBYS0XsvE3k/s1600-h/IMG_7633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsS7GG7w2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/uBYS0XsvE3k/s320/IMG_7633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285839394110686050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the group from the catholic church...they were caroling door-to-door for over 5 hours in the freezing weather.  Amazing!  Also, they were collecting for their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good News&lt;/span&gt; ministry to Africa.  It was wonderful to see their outreach project in action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsS8IcFlBI/AAAAAAAAAtI/zOCl6cwxnQA/s1600-h/IMG_7650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsS8IcFlBI/AAAAAAAAAtI/zOCl6cwxnQA/s320/IMG_7650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285839411916149778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Ľubo and Katka invited me to go with them to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youth for Christ&lt;/span&gt; ranch in Kráľova Lehota...it was a beautiful place and I even got to see Christina (fellow ELCA YAGM serving in Prešov).  Loved walking around and seeing the natural beauty!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsU7TcwG7I/AAAAAAAAAtY/SS6Pr4LAiK4/s1600-h/IMG_7662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsU7TcwG7I/AAAAAAAAAtY/SS6Pr4LAiK4/s320/IMG_7662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285841596715113394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsU8Av4niI/AAAAAAAAAtg/-2vhObXDBN4/s1600-h/IMG_7664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsU8Av4niI/AAAAAAAAAtg/-2vhObXDBN4/s320/IMG_7664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285841608874958370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas party for the children...okay, it's the next post and you can read more there, but I wanted to put it up just once more.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Operation Christmas Child&lt;/span&gt; is such an amazing exchange!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsU9Pdj3dI/AAAAAAAAAt4/2bW7CuxVjbA/s1600-h/IMG_7694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsU9Pdj3dI/AAAAAAAAAt4/2bW7CuxVjbA/s320/IMG_7694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285841630004501970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-7211976786309433213?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/7211976786309433213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=7211976786309433213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7211976786309433213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7211976786309433213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-christmas-in-hybe.html' title='My Christmas in Hybe'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SVsRIiObdrI/AAAAAAAAAsI/monBBszFHQs/s72-c/IMG_7564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-7656406464204139369</id><published>2008-12-29T04:10:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:40:52.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas from Abroad</title><content type='html'>Saturday the youth of Hybe had a wonderful opportunity for Christmas time together at the children's party. The older youth from the ECAV church organized a wonderful afternoon filled with games, songs, Bible stories, and family participation. The room was packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViV7pIF3pI/AAAAAAAAArA/dmltNYmQvYA/s1600-h/IMG_7689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViV7pIF3pI/AAAAAAAAArA/dmltNYmQvYA/s320/IMG_7689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285139014603890322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViZ2YyzNHI/AAAAAAAAAsA/jtHa8Wgc5tI/s1600-h/IMG_7687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViZ2YyzNHI/AAAAAAAAAsA/jtHa8Wgc5tI/s320/IMG_7687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285143322366784626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViV75AmPEI/AAAAAAAAArI/YXwShAwBzcI/s1600-h/IMG_7690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViV75AmPEI/AAAAAAAAArI/YXwShAwBzcI/s320/IMG_7690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285139018867424322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone really seemed to be enjoying the festive atmosphere and the fun program. Finally, the highlight of the evening came as Christmas presents from children in Germany were distributed to all the kids. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Operation Christmas Child&lt;/span&gt; presents are prepared in shoeboxes and sent all over the world. When presented to children, they also come with storybooks from Billy Graham's organization. It's a wonderful ministry.  All the families were excited about the unique and wonderful Christmas boxes.  Also, I think it was pretty wonderful to see the youth who organized everything be able to distribute the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViV7J5_CDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/6mT1F6XbUMk/s1600-h/IMG_7679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViV7J5_CDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/6mT1F6XbUMk/s320/IMG_7679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285139006223222834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViV8SqzpYI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SHgDpBfqCx0/s1600-h/IMG_7691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViV8SqzpYI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SHgDpBfqCx0/s320/IMG_7691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285139025755350402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViXYQWfpxI/AAAAAAAAArY/HWGoZ84OPo0/s1600-h/IMG_7693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViXYQWfpxI/AAAAAAAAArY/HWGoZ84OPo0/s320/IMG_7693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285140605681248018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have participated in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Operation Christmas Child&lt;/span&gt; projects back home and I realize how fortunate I am to be able to see this program from the receiving end as well.  For everyone who has helped with OCC back in the states, I hope you can enjoy these pictures as a brief glimpse into what you've been a part of too!  If you're new to OCC, you can find more information &lt;a href="www.samaritanspurse.org"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViXZ-SJ9qI/AAAAAAAAArw/Yu4G184QpL8/s1600-h/IMG_7702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViXZ-SJ9qI/AAAAAAAAArw/Yu4G184QpL8/s320/IMG_7702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285140635190949538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViXZI0QwEI/AAAAAAAAAro/ILGjOWoj3Sk/s1600-h/IMG_7695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViXZI0QwEI/AAAAAAAAAro/ILGjOWoj3Sk/s320/IMG_7695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285140620838486082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViXYz00EEI/AAAAAAAAArg/pEWZ_JBqhsE/s1600-h/IMG_7694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViXYz00EEI/AAAAAAAAArg/pEWZ_JBqhsE/s320/IMG_7694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285140615203655746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViXaV3xQ0I/AAAAAAAAAr4/Y2sixthhs5w/s1600-h/IMG_7704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViXaV3xQ0I/AAAAAAAAAr4/Y2sixthhs5w/s320/IMG_7704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285140641522729794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-7656406464204139369?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/7656406464204139369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=7656406464204139369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7656406464204139369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7656406464204139369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-from-abroad.html' title='Christmas from Abroad'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SViV7pIF3pI/AAAAAAAAArA/dmltNYmQvYA/s72-c/IMG_7689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-3480473195343185803</id><published>2008-12-22T03:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T04:02:45.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Detský Spevokol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SU9VUzAiCdI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/JZh20gKSLHI/s1600-h/on+je+pan+-+cd+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SU9VUzAiCdI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/JZh20gKSLHI/s320/on+je+pan+-+cd+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282534703707064786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend the children and youth from our church (ECAV) in Hybe went on tour...traveling to the eastern part of Slovakia for a concert series.  I believe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Detský Spevoko&lt;/span&gt;l (the children's choir) has been going about 3 years, and they are truly inspiring to hear.  In three days this group traveled about 400 kilometers, giving 7 concerts in different churches and cultural houses throughout the east.  What's the most exciting to me is how this group of energetic and talented youth is sharing their faith with total strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SU9VVHGczGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/xrMibraHPoQ/s1600-h/IMG_7497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SU9VVHGczGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/xrMibraHPoQ/s320/IMG_7497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282534709100596322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the four months I've been here in Slovakia, I have been trying to get an understanding of what the faith climate is like here.  Mostly what I've heard is that it is incredibly difficult for the youth and children to share their faith at school or in clubs.  It's not necessarily that these exchange would be prohibited, but it's more that the atmosphere in former-communist setting discourages them.  I have heard from teachers, too, that they face uphill battles when they want to share their beliefs, even amongst their colleagues.  I'm telling you all this just to paint a picture of where the youth are coming from...and how amazing I think they are for taking part in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Detský Spevokol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SU9VVj9yMLI/AAAAAAAAAqg/j6ni0AXKlrQ/s1600-h/IMG_7498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SU9VVj9yMLI/AAAAAAAAAqg/j6ni0AXKlrQ/s320/IMG_7498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282534716848877746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the sixth concert of the weekend, I was really struck by the awesome ministry these youth are a part of.  There was nothing particularly different about that concert than the others they had performed - the music was beautiful, well-performed, and inspiring.  However, at one point I looked out at the audience and got goose-bumps at the notion &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spevokol &lt;/span&gt;was opening their hearts and sharing ministry.  The crowd was filled with young and old, and everyone was able to hear the youth perform, sing, and even give personal faith stories.  I'm impressed and inspired, but also humbled by the teenagers who not only take part in this music ministry - but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make it happen&lt;/span&gt;.  ECAV's pastor is an energetic and hard-working man, but even he couldn't do everything alone.  Seeing how the youth come together for planning, practicing, and performing warms my heart and also pushes me to be more open and enthusiastic about sharing my faith in everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Sarah/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Heavenly Father, thank you for the work you are doing with, through, and in &lt;span&gt;Detský Spevokol&lt;/span&gt;.  The many gifts you give each member are beautiful and humbling.  Whether they are singing, dancing, playing an instrument, working the technical booth, or speaking, their every action glorifies you and your son.  Thank you for their witness here in Hybe, through Slovakia, and in the world.  Continue to embolden them and use them for your works.&lt;br /&gt;I know you won't give up on the rest of us, either.  As we listen to &lt;span&gt;Detský Spevokol &lt;/span&gt;and support their ministry, please continue to work within our hearts.  Give us courage to share our faith and also to receive your Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SU9VWFenZyI/AAAAAAAAAqo/m1CS7Jh-8fs/s1600-h/IMG_7422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SU9VWFenZyI/AAAAAAAAAqo/m1CS7Jh-8fs/s320/IMG_7422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282534725844952866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Sarah/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Sarah/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-3480473195343185803?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/3480473195343185803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=3480473195343185803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/3480473195343185803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/3480473195343185803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/12/detsk-spevokol.html' title='Detský Spevokol'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SU9VUzAiCdI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/JZh20gKSLHI/s72-c/on+je+pan+-+cd+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-5068126869886564843</id><published>2008-12-05T06:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T06:30:48.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Yes, everywhere we go the season is dancing into our hearts! Slovakia's getting ready for Christmas...and while I share many similar aspects of the holiday, there are also some new things to experience.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like this small glimpse into Slovak Christmas customs...&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkPFWwXchI/AAAAAAAAAn8/rWQ4k7AKgCQ/s1600-h/Advent+preparations+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkPFWwXchI/AAAAAAAAAn8/rWQ4k7AKgCQ/s320/Advent+preparations+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276265023123452434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was invited to join Adrianka, Vierka, and Zuzka for their annual tradition of making Advent wreaths.  What a fun night, but I definitely came to terms that I am no Martha Stewart.  My strength lies in my super-human ribbon curling abilities alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkPFjuRRbI/AAAAAAAAAoE/f4S-DqYQgmk/s1600-h/Advent+preparations+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkPFjuRRbI/AAAAAAAAAoE/f4S-DqYQgmk/s320/Advent+preparations+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276265026604320178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkL9jS5JCI/AAAAAAAAAnU/WZt-bRt-0gw/s1600-h/IMG_7209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkL9jS5JCI/AAAAAAAAAnU/WZt-bRt-0gw/s320/IMG_7209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276261590515655714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Christmas Tree and market outside of the National Theater in Bratislava.  What a perfect setting to begin preparing for Christmas...cold air, lots of lots, festive shoppers, music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkL-WY5tEI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Q5yhGUoU1oU/s1600-h/IMG_7277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkL-WY5tEI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Q5yhGUoU1oU/s320/IMG_7277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276261604231066690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The children's choir is practicing their Christmas music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkL_OCLO0I/AAAAAAAAAn0/8XkD7rVJXdM/s1600-h/IMG_7295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkL_OCLO0I/AAAAAAAAAn0/8XkD7rVJXdM/s320/IMG_7295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276261619168131906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkL-P8AxNI/AAAAAAAAAnc/WyYJhTx2Yfg/s1600-h/Brno+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkL-P8AxNI/AAAAAAAAAnc/WyYJhTx2Yfg/s320/Brno+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276261602499282130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas Punch (Vianoce Punc)...yum!  Maybe as festive as a glass of eggnog...I think probably even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slovakia has a character quite like our Santa Claus.  St. Mikulas comes on December 6th, leaving candy and small toys for the good children.  St. Mikulas does not have any elves to help him, but instead, he relies on a little devil to assist him on his way.  For all the children who tried to convince me in elementary school that Santa could not be real because it would be impossible to go around the world in a single night, I think you can see how wrong you are.  Santa only has to work certain portions of the world on 12/24...and St. Mikulas only has to work his areas on 12/6.  What a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkL-kig4VI/AAAAAAAAAns/ZrZwN6JAQGM/s1600-h/IMG_7283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkL-kig4VI/AAAAAAAAAns/ZrZwN6JAQGM/s320/IMG_7283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276261608029479250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it's just not Christmas without a little trauma from a visit of kindly characters like St. Mikulas and devil...from the sound of the room, you'd have thought you were in a Greek tragedy, not a holiday party.  However, I think the same happens back home in the states. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkQDMnYxPI/AAAAAAAAAoM/d_pS8Z8LKzM/s1600-h/IMG_7280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkQDMnYxPI/AAAAAAAAAoM/d_pS8Z8LKzM/s400/IMG_7280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276266085553325298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-5068126869886564843?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/5068126869886564843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=5068126869886564843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/5068126869886564843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/5068126869886564843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkPFWwXchI/AAAAAAAAAn8/rWQ4k7AKgCQ/s72-c/Advent+preparations+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-9167908800829498077</id><published>2008-12-05T05:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:59:28.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An American Thanksgiving in Slovakia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkHgSpinbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/QmVxL3NeDM4/s1600-h/IMG_7206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkHgSpinbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/QmVxL3NeDM4/s320/IMG_7206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276256689784528306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week all of the ELCA missionaries in Slovakia became pilgrims...we boarded buses, trains, and electric trollies to convene for an "American Thanksgiving in Slovakia" in Bratislava. Pastor David &amp;amp; Carla Schick coordinated this fine, friendly gathering...and it was a glorious affair. Being away from my friends and family back in the states, I really appreciated the warm and comfortable atmosphere. Here are a few pics from our great time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkHfwps8EI/AAAAAAAAAm0/3F-SdqxgHvY/s1600-h/IMG_7204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkHfwps8EI/AAAAAAAAAm0/3F-SdqxgHvY/s320/IMG_7204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276256680658399298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkHgPA6CSI/AAAAAAAAAm8/wU-ailSjYXU/s1600-h/IMG_7205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkHgPA6CSI/AAAAAAAAAm8/wU-ailSjYXU/s320/IMG_7205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276256688808790306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAGM = "Young Adults in Global Mission"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkHfKBvJ5I/AAAAAAAAAmk/SA7zVo7A7no/s1600-h/IMG_7200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkHfKBvJ5I/AAAAAAAAAmk/SA7zVo7A7no/s320/IMG_7200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276256670290225042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lukas, Christina, and I made a tiramisu for Thanksgiving dessert.  I know it's not the traditional sweet potato or apple pie, but our apartment didn't have a huge kitchen...and this was the easiest thing to make.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkHfpbHIyI/AAAAAAAAAms/057IRDUhngw/s1600-h/IMG_7203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkHfpbHIyI/AAAAAAAAAms/057IRDUhngw/s320/IMG_7203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276256678718153506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkI9bDlWLI/AAAAAAAAAnM/3iBTsmynZx0/s1600-h/IMG_7208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkI9bDlWLI/AAAAAAAAAnM/3iBTsmynZx0/s320/IMG_7208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276258289769076914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luise was one of the four German folks to join our Thanksgiving dinner.  She won the American flag in our gift exchange game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-9167908800829498077?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/9167908800829498077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=9167908800829498077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/9167908800829498077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/9167908800829498077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/12/american-thanksgiving-in-slovakia.html' title='An American Thanksgiving in Slovakia'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/STkHgSpinbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/QmVxL3NeDM4/s72-c/IMG_7206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-2762378637317564313</id><published>2008-11-03T13:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:39:10.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Šuchtárovci</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Well the old phrase that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the only constant is change&lt;/span&gt; sure pegged life in Slovakia.  I am now staying with my fourth host-family here in Hybe, and I am very excited about my move.  While it was very nice and wonderfully convenient to be in the apartment by the church, I am enjoying being the newest member of the Šuchtárovci family.  Ľuboš and Katka are about my age and live just down the street from the church...plus, they have two adorable children.  Timko is 2 1/2 years old and Esther is 5 months.  I hope the pictures upload correctly so you can see just how sweet, good-natured, and positively fun-loving this whole family is!&lt;br /&gt;When the plans for me to stay with another couple named Anna and Peter had to be changed several weeks ago, the Šuchtárovci have been incredibly kind, generous, and wonderfully hospitable!  They are so gracious and uplifting in everything they do...it's just amazing to be here.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on to the pictures...that's the most fun part anyway, right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Timko&lt;/span&gt;...a wonderfully spirited boy with an infectious smile.  Every moment seems to be full of wonder.  I like seeing the world through his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQ9H7PsVB-I/AAAAAAAAAl8/VvYwY3-GIZw/s1600-h/IMG_6852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQ9H7PsVB-I/AAAAAAAAAl8/VvYwY3-GIZw/s320/IMG_6852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264505572569712610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also pilots smallcraft airplanes on the weekends for fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQ9H80NHqkI/AAAAAAAAAmc/JxyYiPwH6xI/s1600-h/IMG_6894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQ9H80NHqkI/AAAAAAAAAmc/JxyYiPwH6xI/s320/IMG_6894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264505599550794306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katka, Esther, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Timko&lt;/span&gt;...seriously, this could be the most positively-charged woman in the world.  When faced with obstacles and set-backs, Katka can find the redeeming quality in just about everything.  I really admire her.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQ9H7Q8PltI/AAAAAAAAAmE/qzfmM-0k-QQ/s1600-h/IMG_6883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQ9H7Q8PltI/AAAAAAAAAmE/qzfmM-0k-QQ/s320/IMG_6883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264505572904900306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ľuboš&lt;/span&gt;...I think I'm learning where Timko's infectious smile comes from.  Ľuboš likes to be at center-stage and entertain...and truly loves to offer to translate English - Slovak (and vice versa).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQ9H7ooFW2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/BG5od3l-ti4/s1600-h/IMG_6892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQ9H7ooFW2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/BG5od3l-ti4/s320/IMG_6892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264505579262794594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During children's choir practice last week, Timko had a little snack (carrot) from the "harvest of abundance" (AKA the altar).  But really, who can blame him?  It looks too good to just leave around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQ9H8K1FASI/AAAAAAAAAmU/kM1KhLKVvl0/s1600-h/IMG_6887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQ9H8K1FASI/AAAAAAAAAmU/kM1KhLKVvl0/s320/IMG_6887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264505588444102946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-2762378637317564313?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/2762378637317564313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=2762378637317564313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/2762378637317564313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/2762378637317564313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/11/meet-uchtrovci.html' title='Meet the Šuchtárovci'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQ9H7PsVB-I/AAAAAAAAAl8/VvYwY3-GIZw/s72-c/IMG_6852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-7838129036157053634</id><published>2008-10-30T05:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T06:25:52.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times with the Ziskovci</title><content type='html'>It's a lovely week here at the base of the Tatras!  Since it is All Saints' Weekend, it's also a national holiday (4-day weekend!) here in Slovakia.  My friend and program coordinator Zuzka and her husband Johnny invited me to spend the evening with them and their boys.  Theyhad me over for a slumber party with the family... we had dinner and then celebrated the Lutheran Reformation by watching the movie Martin Luther.  It has been a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marek and Johnny helped make "American Mac 'n Cheese - With a Slovak Twist" and Radko helped supervise!What a helper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQmBWvOpgfI/AAAAAAAAAls/ebmCjhPAdJo/s1600-h/IMG_6855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQmBWvOpgfI/AAAAAAAAAls/ebmCjhPAdJo/s320/IMG_6855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262879867194147314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What great helpers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQmBWHnIVyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/q7JbT9hx7-I/s1600-h/IMG_6854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQmBWHnIVyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/q7JbT9hx7-I/s320/IMG_6854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262879856559413026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQmBV9_NmlI/AAAAAAAAAlc/qlHnOKXwbVY/s1600-h/IMG_6853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQmBV9_NmlI/AAAAAAAAAlc/qlHnOKXwbVY/s320/IMG_6853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262879853976066642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQmBXKHzsqI/AAAAAAAAAl0/EXpdmSVkRfI/s1600-h/IMG_6856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQmBXKHzsqI/AAAAAAAAAl0/EXpdmSVkRfI/s320/IMG_6856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262879874413212322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally some great toast with (American!) peanut butter and honey... Thanks Granny and Grandad Toler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQmAJ9ruInI/AAAAAAAAAlU/F92k1dPajGY/s1600-h/A+lovely+breakfast+from+the+Tolers%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQmAJ9ruInI/AAAAAAAAAlU/F92k1dPajGY/s320/A+lovely+breakfast+from+the+Tolers%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262878548224254578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-7838129036157053634?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/7838129036157053634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=7838129036157053634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7838129036157053634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7838129036157053634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-times-with-ziskovci.html' title='Fun times with the Ziskovci'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SQmBWvOpgfI/AAAAAAAAAls/ebmCjhPAdJo/s72-c/IMG_6855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-7676115784998934115</id><published>2008-10-20T08:05:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:30:45.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more from life in central Europe</title><content type='html'>Special music for a celebration at church yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SPx5IXIT_7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Fo-zjVZajbc/s1600-h/IMG_6825%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SPx5IXIT_7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Fo-zjVZajbc/s320/IMG_6825%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259211649416691634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephansdome in Vienna.  Just too beautiful to describe!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SPx4WDoZlmI/AAAAAAAAAe4/YozLKi9PAmQ/s1600-h/IMG_6757%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SPx4WDoZlmI/AAAAAAAAAe4/YozLKi9PAmQ/s320/IMG_6757%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259210785189107298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the group of students for Slovak language school in Bratislava.  Ben, Lucas, Rebekka, Manuel, Rasmus, Louise, Maria, and Tillman are all volunteers from Germany.  Christina and I were the only two Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SPx3r6hXvDI/AAAAAAAAAew/iOhNdWayrSo/s1600-h/IMG_6726%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SPx3r6hXvDI/AAAAAAAAAew/iOhNdWayrSo/s320/IMG_6726%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259210061189200946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Muchal Family - over for dinner at my flat.  Dinner was so much fun!  Yes, I was quite nervous and anxious at the beginning, but Zuzka and Paja kept reminding me..."We are your family - don"t worry!"  The Muchals also brought a cake and bottle of wine with them.  How precious!  The running family joke is I always have extra sweets on-hand in case the meal is a disaster...Paja is funny when she and I remind each other about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SPx3NJB_1pI/AAAAAAAAAeo/jd_tCQrhf7A/s1600-h/IMG_6712%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SPx3NJB_1pI/AAAAAAAAAeo/jd_tCQrhf7A/s320/IMG_6712%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259209532508198546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one is for the Cajuns...just a little fun place for you in Vienna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SPx2yRCtVVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/nkcesj3fIF4/s1600-h/IMG_6749%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SPx2yRCtVVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/nkcesj3fIF4/s320/IMG_6749%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259209070802195794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuzka and Johnny Z. took me along with their boys Marek and Radko on a hike to "The Unknown". It was a beautiful Sunday and a wonderful way to see the sights from WAY up high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SPx1-t8l1sI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nE-SuH2Yz-c/s1600-h/IMG_6839%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SPx1-t8l1sI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nE-SuH2Yz-c/s320/IMG_6839%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259208185207969474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-7676115784998934115?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/7676115784998934115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=7676115784998934115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7676115784998934115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7676115784998934115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-more-from-life-in-central-europe.html' title='Some more from life in central Europe'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SPx5IXIT_7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Fo-zjVZajbc/s72-c/IMG_6825%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-6927985405538136308</id><published>2008-10-20T07:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:04:44.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>´Tis a Gift to be Simple...</title><content type='html'>from the YAGM handbook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Participants are expected to embrace a simple lifestyle.  Volunteers receive a modest stipend to cover basic living expenses and are discouraged from using their own funds to supplement this income.  This simple standard of living is intended to be a spiritual practice as well as a socioeconomic statement, and is understood to be an integral part of the program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most difficult -and alsoe most thought-provoking - aspects of mz YAGM experience so far has been in approaching the "simple living" philosophy/charge.  When I first arrived in Slovakia and was told I would have a food allowance and living stipend of roughly 300 dollars a month, I was more than a little anxious.  While back in the USA I may have easily spent 7.50 on an impromptu lunch out.  Now, with my food allowances, that total was the equivalent to an entire day"s food budget!  This realization - along with my discovery prices are similar to those back in the states - both encouraged me to embrace "living simply" and made me a bit more apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did not first know was how easy it would be for me to live in this simple manner.  Because of the incredible residents of this village and their generositz, I have gone wanting for nothing.  At first I was overtaken by their gracious gifts of gime and food.  After a month and a half here, though, I am able to come from a new perspective.  Instead of having hidden agendas or expectations of "returns" from their generosity, this village is full of people with true servants" hearts.  Everyday provides me an opportunity to remember the message Jesus shared in Matthew 25.  These beautiful people are the ones who literally and figuratively are giving me food and drink when I am dry; they are the constantly inviting me into their homes and their lives; they are making sure I am clothed - especially with the snow and winter just around the corner; they take of me when my body and spirit are not well.  My new family in Hybe does all of this and more for me every single day.  And while I am so touched to be the recipient, I also recognize in their hearts the people of Hybe are also doing/giving all this for/to the Son of Man.  I hope, hope, hope to be able to continue to learn from their example of living the Gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is an excerpt from my journal on September 5th -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night around the table, we exchanged scar stories...was an interesting evening.  I was happy because they were sharing pretty close and intimate stories about their pasts...and I suppose I was too.&lt;br /&gt;Spent a good amount of time at the hotelique with the Muchals yesterday...gave the dog a bath, stained the wood on the outside of the house, sealed another coat again.  I especially enjoyed "painting" with Paja.  Shared stories about life in America and Slovakia.&lt;br /&gt;At home we watched Friends -Czech edition- with Zuzka, Paja, and Michael while Paja made a pizza.  We all helped chop ham and veggies and she arranged everything.  Altogether it was a very fulfilling evening...and perhaps even the very definition of "living simply".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my days here may seem to lack the busy-ness of life back home in the states, but I am basking in every minute I spend with my new family and friends here in Slovakia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, the most important changes I have begun to make are the following steps to simplicity":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recognizing my past as an ingrained shopper.  There were weeks back at home when I would be at Target everyday for something/anything...but mostly for nothing that I needed.  I am trying to distance myself from that particular part of my past - which is a little easier when the nearest store is a 30 minute bus ride a way!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assigning people as my number one priority.  Although I would like to think I have always done so, I have had lots of time to reflect on ways I have made others less important in the past.  I am working to change these: 1. Putting friends and family on the back-burner and making them wait while I spent an extra 5 minutes here or there on the computer, writing this or that, etc.  Really, I believe I thought the world may stop if I did not reply to an email or Facebook post right THEN.  2. Running my errands at the expense of that time with others - I estimate I spent 15 days - 360 hours - out of the last year alone in my car running what I considered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crucial&lt;/span&gt; errands.  3. Letting the small moments pass by.  I want to celebrate each of these seemingly insignificant times: hanging out with the family, name-day and birthday parties, house and garden work, and times with the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-6927985405538136308?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/6927985405538136308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=6927985405538136308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/6927985405538136308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/6927985405538136308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/10/tis-gift-to-be-simple.html' title='´Tis a Gift to be Simple...'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-6976743097317737542</id><published>2008-10-02T04:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T04:48:58.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun and Games with the Youth</title><content type='html'>Just to give you an idea of some of the youth activities here in Hybe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Spevokol -children"s choir- they sang at an installation service at church this past Sunday.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOSJJePLYkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/sItprPXyQik/s1600-h/IMG_6687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOSJJePLYkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/sItprPXyQik/s320/IMG_6687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252473861249393218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janka and Zuzka model with Luther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOSI4eUIZ9I/AAAAAAAAAeI/LHNvR0EfSDc/s1600-h/IMG_6676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOSI4eUIZ9I/AAAAAAAAAeI/LHNvR0EfSDc/s320/IMG_6676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252473569212393426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At "Saturday School" I led the English version of "Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes" after the Slovak version.  They are very similar, though not the exact melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOSIl1IjqyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3xx63gI7l_U/s1600-h/IMG_6607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOSIl1IjqyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3xx63gI7l_U/s320/IMG_6607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252473248920349474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutheridge folks will be happy to know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Capt. Nemo&lt;/span&gt; translates well into Slovak, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOSIWIVtpQI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Q57UrN0VRzg/s1600-h/IMG_6620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOSIWIVtpQI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Q57UrN0VRzg/s320/IMG_6620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252472979197895938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children"s games at Saturday School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOSICgdfljI/AAAAAAAAAdw/UTzEIYghHgg/s1600-h/IMG_6631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOSICgdfljI/AAAAAAAAAdw/UTzEIYghHgg/s320/IMG_6631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252472642075596338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am impressed that the majority of planning for children and youth activities comes from older youth and college aged students.  They set up their own meetings and plan curriculum on a rotating basis.  It"s a very organized and impressive system...and these are some very committed young people, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-6976743097317737542?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/6976743097317737542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=6976743097317737542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/6976743097317737542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/6976743097317737542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-and-games-with-youth.html' title='Fun and Games with the Youth'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOSJJePLYkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/sItprPXyQik/s72-c/IMG_6687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-408406894894948924</id><published>2008-10-01T00:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:55:43.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missionary for a Day October Supporters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks again to everyone keeping me in the their thoughts and prayers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelle Allen, Altman baby, Norma Brunson, Dick &amp;amp; Becky Campbell and family, Joe &amp;amp; Fran Fisher, Fitch family, Rial Fitch, David &amp;amp; Gale Gantt, Sophie Gardner, Norm &amp;amp; Susie Hanf, Arlene Henderson, Mary Jahnsen, Lilly Johnson, Jur family, Julie Kelsch, Betty Kinard, Rick &amp;amp; Myra Maull, Sidney &amp;amp; Lorice McMahon, Dr. Michael Mikola, Rus, Diane, &amp;amp; Josh Miller, Janice, Greg, &amp;amp; Will Pearce, Mary Prickett, Renken family, Bonnie Seabright, Singletary family, Madison Stelljes, Chip Sturgis &amp;amp; family, Rose Tillotson, WELCA, &amp;amp; WELCA Circle 8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-408406894894948924?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/408406894894948924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=408406894894948924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/408406894894948924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/408406894894948924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/10/missionary-for-day-october-supporters.html' title='Missionary for a Day October Supporters'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-3553819869327927557</id><published>2008-10-01T00:36:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:50:16.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more pictures from this past weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This weekend in pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuzka and I were assigned to "parsley patrol"...I told the family I had never really seen the "business end" of parsley, but had only ever dealt with the green-parts.  Oh, it was fun to see their faces when I told them the prices at which parsley greens were sold back home!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOL-vR9cK9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/NHrpj-3R71k/s1600-h/IMG_6646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOL-vR9cK9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/NHrpj-3R71k/s320/IMG_6646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252040203695827922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOL_DCIgDaI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_iuX9w0afEs/s1600-h/IMG_6651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOL_DCIgDaI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_iuX9w0afEs/s320/IMG_6651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252040543044636066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping with the tradition of lovely -and filling- Saturday lunches, Mamma Muchalova and Zuzka made perogies -did I spell that correctly?- and it was delicious! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOL_V1EGVSI/AAAAAAAAAdA/IDgSJxMaJEU/s1600-h/IMG_6660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOL_V1EGVSI/AAAAAAAAAdA/IDgSJxMaJEU/s200/IMG_6660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252040865954026786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The filling is made from potatoes and Bryndza -"like" but not cheese - it is fantastic!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOL_vy8YC2I/AAAAAAAAAdI/_ItMz7fMsOw/s1600-h/IMG_6662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOL_vy8YC2I/AAAAAAAAAdI/_ItMz7fMsOw/s200/IMG_6662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252041312061360994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The filling is spooned out onto dough made from potatoes, flour, and water... and then cut and pressed into individuals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOL_-w9t6CI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/lIsA0SkdzXw/s1600-h/IMG_6665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOL_-w9t6CI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/lIsA0SkdzXw/s200/IMG_6665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252041569228154914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOMAO5V4_TI/AAAAAAAAAdY/F7l7DEfiPw8/s1600-h/IMG_6668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOMAO5V4_TI/AAAAAAAAAdY/F7l7DEfiPw8/s200/IMG_6668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252041846354935090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The servings are cooked in water...when I asked how long, the answer was "Until they float to the top."  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kind of like cooking shrimp, huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOMAgstt-bI/AAAAAAAAAdg/_wb9AZ16k8w/s1600-h/IMG_6669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOMAgstt-bI/AAAAAAAAAdg/_wb9AZ16k8w/s200/IMG_6669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252042152202860978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of the final products...aren"t they talented?  Perogies are served with cream and bacon.  And it tastes even better than it looks.  Oh my!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOMA0g0AUCI/AAAAAAAAAdo/3qEap5y2H1M/s1600-h/IMG_6670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOMA0g0AUCI/AAAAAAAAAdo/3qEap5y2H1M/s200/IMG_6670.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252042492605386786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-3553819869327927557?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/3553819869327927557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=3553819869327927557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/3553819869327927557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/3553819869327927557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-more-pictures-from-this-past.html' title='Some more pictures from this past weekend...'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOL-vR9cK9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/NHrpj-3R71k/s72-c/IMG_6646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-8765952853407211857</id><published>2008-09-30T06:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:20:17.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Greeting from America"</title><content type='html'>Below is the bulletin board inside the Evangelical Church of the Augsburg Confession in Hybe - a wonderful and very welcoming place!  Also, there are pictures and cards members of St. Matthew"s Lutheran Church sent to ECAV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Translation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;At ECAV Hybe, we are grateful to be closer to America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH8cObOyUI/AAAAAAAAAco/usBf_TZ56mk/s1600-h/IMG_6698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH8cObOyUI/AAAAAAAAAco/usBf_TZ56mk/s400/IMG_6698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251756202329557314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-8765952853407211857?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/8765952853407211857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=8765952853407211857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/8765952853407211857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/8765952853407211857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/09/greeting-from-america.html' title='&quot;Greeting from America&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH8cObOyUI/AAAAAAAAAco/usBf_TZ56mk/s72-c/IMG_6698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-7846525434646889922</id><published>2008-09-30T01:45:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:21:19.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a Village</title><content type='html'>Hello again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in a village never proves to be boring - but it sometimes does lead to difficulties getting enough time to post a few photos, thoughts, and observations.  Thank you all for your interest, comments, and support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to let you in on what life is like in this little village between the High and Low Tatras mountain ranges.  Music seems to play a big role in my experiences here so far, so I hope you can enjoy what is a working draft of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Slovakia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- The Soundtrack"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where Everybody Knows Your Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH6qpyAHhI/AAAAAAAAAcg/u8CVSZhnQ6s/s1600-h/1cheers05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH6qpyAHhI/AAAAAAAAAcg/u8CVSZhnQ6s/s200/1cheers05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251754251167735314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hybe does not even have 2,000 inhabitants, so within my first day it seems like I had met the entire village.  Even after being here a month, it is still surprising to me that people in and around this village know more about me than I sometimes do.  Just yesterday I took the bus to the big town nearby - about 20 kilometers away.  As I did my shopping and waited at the bus stop to return back home I was stopped by two different people for some questions.  When I answered in my best attempts - broken English-Slovak mix - to say I was sorry but did not know how to help them, both times their faces lit up and asked where I was from and where I was staying in Slovakia.  As soon as I mentioned Hybe, there was a clear and immediate look of comprehension across them.  The elderly lady became excited and said, "Sarah?"  Well, you could have knocked me over at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to get used to everyone in Hybe knowing me, but this was a large town we were in.  How on earth could she know me?  Communication still is difficult because my main vocabulary has been learned from playing memory games with the children here in the village.  Ask me the names for fruits, vegetables, parts of the body, colors, numbers, etc...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no problem!&lt;/span&gt;  However, when conversation requires more than a toddler"s vocabulary, the local citizens and I are reduced to pointing, guesturing, and making odd noises to get our points across.  From what I can tell, this elderly lady is perhaps a third cousin of someone named Zuzka in Hybe or she knows someone who lives three doors down from Zuzka.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"s second person who knew me was a high school student who knew me because I visited her sister"s classroom a few weeks ago for English conversation.  Apparently I was either very helpful or a disaster that day because everyone seemed to share their experiences with me in their classroom that day!  This younger sister of a student I had spoken with knew: my name, where I was from in the USA, I had a mother named Peggy and a brother named "Stephen or Shrevan", a brown labrador, I like the Appalachian mountains, and that I was not used to the cold weather.  It was so strange for a complete stranger to have so much knowledge about me.&lt;br /&gt;These encounters are a reminder to me that what my parents told us: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you never know who you will run into and who will know you.&lt;/span&gt;  Their implication was that as their children, we represented them out in public and that any behavior could be reported back...but I think the same thing is true here in Slovakia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamma Mia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH6fBB5ULI/AAAAAAAAAcY/th-RIrAFQ0g/s1600-h/abba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH6fBB5ULI/AAAAAAAAAcY/th-RIrAFQ0g/s200/abba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251754051249983666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my very favorite aspects of life in this village are the PA speakers all over town.  Every so often announcements are shared from the town offices for the village. The notes do not usually get me too excited because I clearly have no idea what is being said.  What I do love, however, are what I am learning to call "ABBA Fridays".&lt;br /&gt;Beginning at 8:00 AM, the town PA speakers blast a different ABBA medley every hour until the afternoon.  I have not yet figured out if there is an exact schedule or playlist, but I can be assured to hear "Mamma Mia" at 8:00 and "Take a Chance on Me" at 11:00.  I ask you, is there a better way to usher in the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Money, Money, Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH6VdU1AdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wEU-FGMOsMo/s1600-h/another+euro.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH6VdU1AdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wEU-FGMOsMo/s200/another+euro.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251753887046894034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping with the ABBA excitement, there is a lot of buzz going around about Slovakia"s money.  On January 1st, Slovakia will move to using the Euro.  While shops and banks will still accept their remaining Slovak krowns, change will only be given in Euros.  Some people are excited about this progressive step and the implications of joining the rest of the European union with money matters...however, most people I have talked to are anxious about money.  The biggest concern is that people feel their money will lose value in January.  You can see this in action in shops and through the village, but the biggest example is the building and construction going.  All through the country, people are currently renovating their homes and businesses while they can still pay for the services while their Slovak krowns are still valuable.  I feel like I am back in Mt. Pleasant because the view of construction buses and vans rolling through the village brings back plenty of memories from Hwy 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where the Streets Have No Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have browsed through this blog and come across my "snail mail" address.  It seemed odd to me until I arrived in Hybe because I was not sure if what the name of my street was.  Only upon arriving and walking through the village did I realize that Hybe does not have street names.  Hybe 528 is merely the lot number assigned back when the village was plotted and laid out.  Next year, however, that will change as the conversion into the E.U. continues...with another requirement that all the country"s have names.&lt;br /&gt;One of my host families will live on Pink Street...isn"t that sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OO-De-Lally...Golly, What a Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH5vqKVG_I/AAAAAAAAAcA/3TJMM8uz9xA/s1600-h/IMG_6488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH5vqKVG_I/AAAAAAAAAcA/3TJMM8uz9xA/s320/IMG_6488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251753237657492466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH6ChOHbvI/AAAAAAAAAcI/8S0MVaIdIx8/s1600-h/robinhood1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH6ChOHbvI/AAAAAAAAAcI/8S0MVaIdIx8/s200/robinhood1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251753561674968818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far, the most famous "person" in Hybe is Pacho.  This is a statue in the middle of the village commemorating who everyone describes as, "The Slovak Robin Hood". Apparently, there was a movie filmed about Pacho...and everyone is curious as to whether or not I have seen it.  Well, I have not, but I think that will be the next on my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up On the Roof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH5RzxMDSI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Lc_0Rcnx5Xs/s1600-h/IMG_6664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH5RzxMDSI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Lc_0Rcnx5Xs/s320/IMG_6664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251752724840320290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH4yZQg60I/AAAAAAAAAbw/uLEjFb-41_8/s1600-h/IMG_6648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH4yZQg60I/AAAAAAAAAbw/uLEjFb-41_8/s320/IMG_6648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251752185148009282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are very busy times to get things done around the house and gardens in Hybe.  My host family is working on construction for their "hotelique"...and Saturdays are times to get a lot completed.  This past week, the Muchals replaced their chimneys - and also a good bit of the roof that was damaged in the removal of the old chimney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bees are Buzzing in the Trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH4YMtsVLI/AAAAAAAAAbo/h45muhb4nDY/s1600-h/IMG_6471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH4YMtsVLI/AAAAAAAAAbo/h45muhb4nDY/s320/IMG_6471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251751735104132274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Marta Muchalova"s cousin Jan Dumbal...affectionately known to his family and friends as "Crazy Jan".  Jan and Pavel Muchal each have their own bees and hives...producing some of the best honey I have ever tried in my life!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Jan would like all Americans to know he is the white, Slovak version of Barack Obama.  I asked for an explanation, and none came.  Read into it what you will, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-7846525434646889922?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/7846525434646889922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=7846525434646889922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7846525434646889922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7846525434646889922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-in-village.html' title='Life in a Village'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SOH6qpyAHhI/AAAAAAAAAcg/u8CVSZhnQ6s/s72-c/1cheers05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-5393698261305977029</id><published>2008-09-15T03:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T03:23:53.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hybe's End-of-Summer Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4MeyIsxqI/AAAAAAAAAag/5FSeoDePsYw/s1600-h/IMG_6573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4MeyIsxqI/AAAAAAAAAag/5FSeoDePsYw/s320/IMG_6573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246144338927077026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night the village of Hybe had a party to celebrate the end of summer.  Since Monday is a Catholic holiday (hence a national holiday), everyone was excited for an extended weekend and time together.  Perhaps it's equivalent to our (secular) Labor Day in the USA?  I'll check and report back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4M8mfsjqI/AAAAAAAAAao/tx4bGnshVpA/s1600-h/IMG_6571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4M8mfsjqI/AAAAAAAAAao/tx4bGnshVpA/s400/IMG_6571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246144851198381730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anway, here are a few pictures from the party...mostly with my (amazing!) host family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pavel (dad)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marta (mom)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paja ("older" sister - who's 4 years my junior)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zuzka (younger sister)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael (Paja's boyfriend)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Make sure you notice what villagers wear to an "end-of-summer" celebration!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4NbXtu4SI/AAAAAAAAAaw/AKuQOn-rzKk/s1600-h/IMG_6581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4NbXtu4SI/AAAAAAAAAaw/AKuQOn-rzKk/s320/IMG_6581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246145379806667042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-5393698261305977029?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/5393698261305977029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=5393698261305977029' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/5393698261305977029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/5393698261305977029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/09/hybes-end-of-summer-celebration.html' title='Hybe&apos;s End-of-Summer Celebration'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4MeyIsxqI/AAAAAAAAAag/5FSeoDePsYw/s72-c/IMG_6573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-5868596578647078010</id><published>2008-09-15T02:27:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T03:08:46.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sunday Luncheon</title><content type='html'>Hello dear friends and family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4J2V6ZjuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/31Cyilk_H8E/s1600-h/IMG_6566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4J2V6ZjuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/31Cyilk_H8E/s320/IMG_6566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246141445132881634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is still very nice here in Hybe, but this weekend we all are getting our "foretastes of the cold to come".  While everyone I meet greets the cold with nothing more than a shrug and reaches for another sweater, I'm on the sidelines thinking, "It's not supposed to be this cold until January!"  Oh, clearly I'm in for a real shock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was invited to a luncheon at Vierka's house.  I'm not sure if I've told you about Vierka yet, but she is essentially the Slovak version of Martha Stewart (minus, of course, the federal indictments and ankle monitor).  She is the epitome of a gracious host...when I received her invitation last Wednesday, I knew things would be looking up!  In the picture above, Vierka's the second from the left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from my lovely (and chilly) Sunday luncheon at Vierka's...to all my expectant friends (Laura, Ruthie, Kristin, ...), I hope you enjoy the pictures.  I will try to describe the food to the best of my abilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4C6RSaFtI/AAAAAAAAAZY/vQoQQaptKRw/s1600-h/IMG_6537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4C6RSaFtI/AAAAAAAAAZY/vQoQQaptKRw/s320/IMG_6537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246133816029484754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can see for yourself, Vierka always spends lots of time on decorations...and it's nothing compared to the food, so get ready!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4EHs2vFsI/AAAAAAAAAZg/dMuSbMhe0wc/s1600-h/IMG_6539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4EHs2vFsI/AAAAAAAAAZg/dMuSbMhe0wc/s320/IMG_6539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246135146279540418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4E1RedhZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/s8n42siLtyo/s1600-h/IMG_6540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4E1RedhZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/s8n42siLtyo/s320/IMG_6540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246135929203950994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first meal is always soup...and Sunday's is usually a chicken soup with pasta.  Vierka's was a homemade chicken stock, with fresh carrots, peas, broccoli, and pork tenderloin (and pasta).  Oh, such a delicious treat on a cold afternoon!  Imagine the hot soup on a freezing day!!  I was actually starting to get a cold beforehand, but I think "chicken noodle soup" may have done the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4GHBV64eI/AAAAAAAAAZw/WZXDSG3Yruk/s1600-h/IMG_6542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4GHBV64eI/AAAAAAAAAZw/WZXDSG3Yruk/s320/IMG_6542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246137333622432226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second meal was just as scrumptious as the first...mashed potatoes that were almost too beautiful to eat and something I can only describe as "like" chicken cordeon bleu.  There were rolls and layers for sure, but Vierka was kind of elusive as to everything in her recipe.  Here's my best guess, a chicken breast layered with ham or bacon, soft cheese, red peppers, seasonings I can't even imagine...all rolled together and "breaded" in a meal of potato dumplings and pan fried!  My mouth waters just typing this!  Also, for salad we had compote made from fresh tomatoes and cucumbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4Gv7C5dJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6kMvJ2zqwkQ/s1600-h/IMG_6555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4Gv7C5dJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6kMvJ2zqwkQ/s320/IMG_6555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246138036306670738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4HQVfHqZI/AAAAAAAAAaA/o8ag2vQ1Hfc/s1600-h/IMG_6543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4HQVfHqZI/AAAAAAAAAaA/o8ag2vQ1Hfc/s320/IMG_6543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246138593160178066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No Slovak meal is complete without coffee and tea - this time we all huddled around the fireplace for time together.  Even though there are still some very pronounced language barriers, we never seem to struggle too long.  We're able to find translaters or find our common ground so easily!  We discussed similarities and unique differences in blessings we sing, worship, fashion, food, you name it!  What a great day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4IXNlT1uI/AAAAAAAAAaI/B6blQTCdpxI/s1600-h/IMG_6557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4IXNlT1uI/AAAAAAAAAaI/B6blQTCdpxI/s320/IMG_6557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246139810809370338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4JKsyZhVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/H5ToXiU7Cj8/s1600-h/IMG_6553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4JKsyZhVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/H5ToXiU7Cj8/s320/IMG_6553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246140695359096146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And for the kids, there is always plenty to do and see after the meal.  We had a great time in Vierk'a backyard...much fun being had in (Sarah and Radko) and around (Marek and Samko) the apple tree.  Later, I taught Marek and Samko how to swing the baseball bat using -of course- apples for our baseballs.  It's only natural right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a perfect Sunday luncheon.   I am so thankful for my new (very supportive and loving) friends here in Slovakia - and so grateful for YOU my friends and family at home!  Have a wonderful week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-5868596578647078010?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/5868596578647078010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=5868596578647078010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/5868596578647078010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/5868596578647078010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-luncheon.html' title='A Sunday Luncheon'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SM4J2V6ZjuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/31Cyilk_H8E/s72-c/IMG_6566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-8224899333702025868</id><published>2008-09-11T04:24:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T05:02:58.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever you do, do not say....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, folks, here is a pop quiz for you...can you guess what two word phrase I regularly use that is making quite a few eyes roll here in Slovakia?  Get it in your mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMjajSaHi1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/eyXermaEX7Q/s1600-h/IMG_6494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMjajSaHi1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/eyXermaEX7Q/s320/IMG_6494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244682065844603730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Okay, raise your hand if you thought the phrase was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sweet Mary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Speak English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Help Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm Sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMja4RZOcAI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/EXUqHlkIRc4/s1600-h/IMG_6493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMja4RZOcAI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/EXUqHlkIRc4/s320/IMG_6493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244682426349678594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMjaPfO4YkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/tbATJ5TFPk4/s1600-h/IMG_6495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMjaPfO4YkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/tbATJ5TFPk4/s320/IMG_6495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244681725689750082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;For anyone who lifted an arm for the previous answers (especially the last one&lt;span id=":9r" class="rziBod" title="Thu, Sep 11, 2008 at 5:52 AM" alt="Thu, Sep 11, 2008 at 5:52 AM"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; I am sorry to say that you are wrong.  The phrase that is getting me into the most trouble here is, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Thank you"&lt;/span&gt;.  Surprising?  Well, it was surprising to me if for no other reason that is seems like a basic thing to say when showing appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to accept hospitality did not seem like it would be that challenging when I first began making my way around Slovakia.  I mean, I am from the South and isn't this one of the most basic elements in which we take pride?  Giving and accepting hosptality seems like a given, right?  Not exactly so here in Hybe.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt; has been so incredibly kind and gracious, I just was going along and showing my appreciation as I would at home in the states.  However, a few days ago my host family took me aside and told me I have to accept...without the "thank yous" that seem so natural to me.  Someone offers to come clean your floors, you let them by to get to work.  A local grandmother knits you two pairs of wool socks because she heard you were not accustomed to the cold climate, you smile and accept without a word.  Can this be right?!  Suddenly being on the other side of hopitality has taken on a whole new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine for a few minutes the pictures from above: yesterday some members from the village asked if they could come over and bring a few rugs and food staples to stock the pantry in my new apartment &lt;span id=":9r" class="rziBod" title="Thu, Sep 11, 2008 at 5:52 AM" alt="Thu, Sep 11, 2008 at 5:52 AM"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;this is my 3rd host house in less than 2 weeks&lt;span id=":9r" class="rziBod" title="Thu, Sep 11, 2008 at 5:52 AM" alt="Thu, Sep 11, 2008 at 5:52 AM"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.  I expected some bread and milk.  Anyway, that was perfectly fine until I saw all the wonderful, fresh food they brought.  These women did not stop off at Piggly Wiggly before coming over...there is not one for 20 kilometers...but they went in their gardens for fresh vegetables and also to their pantries where they pulled homemade jams and preserved veggies and fruits from their personal supplies.  I was so touched!  Now...imagine the great showing of love and support these women just brought you...and you cannot say anything except where they should put it.  I think you might find it as tough as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take a minute right now to count all the times you have said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; in the past hour, day, and week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-8224899333702025868?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/8224899333702025868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=8224899333702025868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/8224899333702025868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/8224899333702025868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/09/whatever-you-do-do-not-say.html' title='Whatever you do, do not say....'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMjajSaHi1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/eyXermaEX7Q/s72-c/IMG_6494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-7841523839995679381</id><published>2008-09-09T02:09:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T02:27:44.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more pictures from Hybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMYVrR5llKI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Y3wBXGZCZoo/s1600-h/IMG_6464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMYVrR5llKI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Y3wBXGZCZoo/s320/IMG_6464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243902649403020450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMYVQlIL6zI/AAAAAAAAAYw/MzuGZOGtm3s/s1600-h/IMG_6460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMYVQlIL6zI/AAAAAAAAAYw/MzuGZOGtm3s/s320/IMG_6460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243902190708058930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMYU5lm4DLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/g6CW28bKVqg/s1600-h/IMG_6463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMYU5lm4DLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/g6CW28bKVqg/s320/IMG_6463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243901795699788978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMYUfc7p4oI/AAAAAAAAAYg/IOIOO_UFzV0/s1600-h/IMG_6449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMYUfc7p4oI/AAAAAAAAAYg/IOIOO_UFzV0/s320/IMG_6449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243901346694423170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMYUJeSogpI/AAAAAAAAAYY/PlEalWRmA5o/s1600-h/IMG_6451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMYUJeSogpI/AAAAAAAAAYY/PlEalWRmA5o/s320/IMG_6451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243900969102115474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMYTu0PBJjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Labex2l45GE/s1600-h/IMG_6439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMYTu0PBJjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Labex2l45GE/s320/IMG_6439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243900511136065074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more pictures from my new life in Hybe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first three are from the sanctuary at the church where I attend and volunteer.  Isn't it gorgeous?  And look at that pulpit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is for everyone who's been asking what the food is like: it's filling!  This plate is a traditional Slovak meal called Halusky (potato dumplings in a "cheese-like" sauce that is special to Slovakia).  Halusky is made and prepared on Saturday afternoons.  Every family's recipe is somewhat different (maybe like Charleston's variety of shrimp 'n grits?), but my first taste on Saturday was delicious!  Mrs. Muchalova makes her Halusky with homemade dumplings and tops it all off with bacon.  Oh, my, it was tasty.  Good thing we were working in the garden all morning and afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a few more pictures from the town of Hybe and The High Tatras...along with my host mother Marta and her mother Marghita.  They are truly the most delightful people and a blessing for me as I get acquainted with life in Slovakia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-7841523839995679381?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/7841523839995679381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=7841523839995679381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7841523839995679381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7841523839995679381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-more-pictures-from-hybe.html' title='Some more pictures from Hybe'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMYVrR5llKI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Y3wBXGZCZoo/s72-c/IMG_6464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-6599572440846744553</id><published>2008-09-08T00:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T01:05:45.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At last...some pictures from Hýbe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finallý was able to find a camera charger...and show everýone at home how beautiful this village is!  Below are some pictures from Hýbe.  The first is a shot from the top of mý 2nd host familý"s garden.  Here ýou can see the whole village...and a view of the High Tatras!  Charleston folks, here is where ýou can be jealous.  The largest peak...slightlý to the right of the large tree in center...is Krevan, named for its crooked peak.&lt;br /&gt;Also are pictures with some of mý newest friends...Janka, Zuzka, Katka, and Zuzka...after worship ýesterdaý.  Finallý, a shot with mý 2nd host mom, Marta, as we work on transplanting some trees in her garden this past Saturdaý.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me saý I apologize for all the characters in this posting...I will trý to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clean it up&lt;/span&gt; as soon as I can figure out how to adjust the keýboard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMSuMrb0rpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8u24aaTCB34/s1600-h/IMG_6438%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMSuMrb0rpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8u24aaTCB34/s320/IMG_6438%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243507399007186578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMSuneDOp8I/AAAAAAAAAXo/obMIYEzG42A/s1600-h/IMG_6444%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMSuneDOp8I/AAAAAAAAAXo/obMIYEzG42A/s320/IMG_6444%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243507859270838210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMSvpvp73lI/AAAAAAAAAYA/IIYcQJ9cYXM/s1600-h/IMG_6466%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMSvpvp73lI/AAAAAAAAAYA/IIYcQJ9cYXM/s320/IMG_6466%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243508997867953746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMSvDdoB21I/AAAAAAAAAXw/FaF4sD3A_Wc/s1600-h/IMG_6446%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMSvDdoB21I/AAAAAAAAAXw/FaF4sD3A_Wc/s320/IMG_6446%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243508340193090386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-6599572440846744553?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/6599572440846744553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=6599572440846744553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/6599572440846744553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/6599572440846744553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-lastsome-pictures-from-hbe.html' title='At last...some pictures from Hýbe'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SMSuMrb0rpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8u24aaTCB34/s72-c/IMG_6438%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-6226042001891837753</id><published>2008-09-03T01:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:41:55.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the wonders of Hybe!</title><content type='html'>Hello friends and family!&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to let you know I made it in to Hybe ("Hee-bay") last week and am settling in quite nicely!  Hybe is about three and a half hours by train from the country's capital in Bratislava...and let me tell you the views alone were worth the price of train fare.  Imagine miles and miles of sunflowers...and then to top it all off mountains!  For this Lowcountry girl, the beautiful countryside was simply breath-taking.  I will post more pictures once I can charge my camera, so no fear!&lt;br /&gt;A little background on Hybe - it is a small village (easy enough to walk around twice in my morning walk) with a population of about 1,700.  I immediately stand out, too, because on my first evening walking around a young girl passing me said, "Ciao, Sarah!"  That is one example of how friendly, accomodating, and incredibly hospitable these people are.  Also, they are very anxious to speak to me and practice their English.  I haven't been home before 10 PM yet...and I find my time being scheduled for me - by others.  For example, when I returned for dinner last night, my host "sister" told me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zuzka will be here at 8:00 to take you to (another) Zuzka's house for language lessons...it should only be about a few hours&lt;/span&gt;.  Back home I think I would have found this impertinant with any but my best friends scheduling "my" time, but here I love it!  I've been so busy I haven't had time to sit around or be homesick...oh what a blessing!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, English...I am quickly realizing having English conversations with the folks in Hybe could be one of the most important aspects of my YAGM year.  The local pastor explained his desire for me to engage the members of town in conversation in this way: English is perhaps the most important tool for young people to advance themselves and become more marketable for jobs.  Hmm, that was an interesting idea I had never considered.&lt;br /&gt;At first I was very nervous about engaging the town in English conversation, but thanks to Ashley Severson things are moving very quickly.  Ashley was a YAGM serving in Hybe last year, and although I've never met her I have already heard lots and lots about her ministry.  Thank you, Ashley, for making things so much simpler for me!&lt;br /&gt;Well, school is starting soon so I must go.  Hoping you are all doing well - especially those of you in Hurricane Alley!  You're in my thoughts and prayers!&lt;br /&gt;Peace...&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-6226042001891837753?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/6226042001891837753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=6226042001891837753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/6226042001891837753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/6226042001891837753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-wonders-of-hybe.html' title='Oh, the wonders of Hybe!'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-8405570393013790560</id><published>2008-08-28T17:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:34:08.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rocky"</title><content type='html'>For those of you who have been so kind to remember our experience with Slovakia's state-run medicine, we did choose a soundtrack for our physicals today.  Thank you, Meredith Harber, I did choose Rocky's theme song to help get through the process!  Thank you, everyone else, for some very good suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YMCA (very close contender)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Will Survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby Got Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey Good Lookin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunshine on my Shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't Keep it In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get Up, Stand Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There She Goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Weather is Here, Wish You were Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And thank you, Vicki Kennedy (resident medical expert) for wonderful advice: " Just smile and wave boys.. smile and wave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-8405570393013790560?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/8405570393013790560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=8405570393013790560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/8405570393013790560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/8405570393013790560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/08/rocky.html' title='&quot;Rocky&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-1469329229990595993</id><published>2008-08-28T16:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:59:16.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn Slovak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLcJxou0vII/AAAAAAAAAXI/9YSwrFdpons/s1600-h/IMG_6431%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239667439820913794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLcJxou0vII/AAAAAAAAAXI/9YSwrFdpons/s320/IMG_6431%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since our scheduled appointments for the intense language class have been postponed until October, Christina and I have had a lot of time in Bratislava to begin building our vocabulary.  We are going to try to teach ourselves by learning new sets of words in our evening computer "study sessions" and then use them as much as possible the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are very, very basic right now...and in fact we're learning by way of a new favorite game: &lt;strong&gt;Phase 10&lt;/strong&gt;.  Thank goodness my LCM pals taught me how to play last year, because it's definitely becoming the basis for my colors and counting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's the crash course:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - jeden [ye-den]&lt;br /&gt;2 - dva [dva]&lt;br /&gt;3 - tri [tri]&lt;br /&gt;4 - štyri [shti - ri]&lt;br /&gt;5 - päť [petj]&lt;br /&gt;6 - šesť [shestj]&lt;br /&gt;7 - sedem [se - djem]&lt;br /&gt;8 - osem [o - sem]&lt;br /&gt;9 - deväť [dje - vetj]&lt;br /&gt;10 - desať [dje - satj]&lt;br /&gt;11 - jedenásť [yede-na : stj]&lt;br /&gt;12 - dvanásť [dva - na : stj]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black - čierny [tchier - na]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue - modrý [mod - ra]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green - zelený [ze - le - na]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange - oranžový [o - ran - zho - va]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink - ružový [ru - zho - va]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red - červený [tcher - ve - na]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white - biely [bie - la]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yellow - žltý [zhl - ta]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLcKj3MwTTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/axUdNcecQ00/s1600-h/IMG_6386%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239668302698007858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLcKj3MwTTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/axUdNcecQ00/s320/IMG_6386%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLcKJ9nNeHI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6yeddfWmAFo/s1600-h/IMG_6415%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239667857742985330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLcKJ9nNeHI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6yeddfWmAFo/s320/IMG_6415%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nata took Christina and me to her family's home for coffee break today.  Her mother and niece were our other hostesses...and you would not believe how hospitable they were.  Mrs. Hovorkova is a retired first grade teacher, so she was also able to help us learn new words and phrases.  Our time together flew, but I really enjoyed a since of home and love...what wonderful ladies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-1469329229990595993?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/1469329229990595993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=1469329229990595993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/1469329229990595993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/1469329229990595993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/08/learn-slovak.html' title='Learn Slovak!'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLcJxou0vII/AAAAAAAAAXI/9YSwrFdpons/s72-c/IMG_6431%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-7373984060355638687</id><published>2008-08-27T15:41:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:24:07.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slovakia: Day #2 (dva)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLWxMuYULXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9R4BbKSFOCU/s1600-h/IMG_6402%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239288573682003314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLWxMuYULXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9R4BbKSFOCU/s200/IMG_6402%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239287482653625186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLWwNN-4S2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/LTeBxFUBbyo/s200/IMG_6400%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLWwsZNvuxI/AAAAAAAAAW4/8fEbVm-DTM0/s1600-h/IMG_6401%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239288018244713234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLWwsZNvuxI/AAAAAAAAAW4/8fEbVm-DTM0/s200/IMG_6401%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after sleeping in later than I usually do, I felt exhausted when 10:00 AM came and I had to get up. Luckily our country coordinator (Nata) is incredibly kind and didn't schedule any of our appointments until after 11. Look at this picture of the awesome bridge going over the Danube River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239286312331173666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLWvJGMQ3yI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WMwgKlnP6k8/s200/IMG_6398%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After setting up our bank accounts (how we receive our food allowance), we had a few other errands to run before getting a tour of the "old town". Bratislava is a larger and diverse city...here are some highlights of the old town:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-7373984060355638687?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/7373984060355638687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=7373984060355638687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7373984060355638687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7373984060355638687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/08/slovakia-day-2-dva.html' title='Slovakia: Day #2 (dva)'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLWxMuYULXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9R4BbKSFOCU/s72-c/IMG_6402%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-3135473725874891886</id><published>2008-08-26T10:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:46:27.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch Down...we're in Bratislava!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLQWvgpFcxI/AAAAAAAAAWY/8cqiA-LOYtU/s1600-h/IMG_6383%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238837272010650386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLQWvgpFcxI/AAAAAAAAAWY/8cqiA-LOYtU/s320/IMG_6383%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLQWWjD3RDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xCMEO7Rfao8/s1600-h/IMG_6378%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238836843163108402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLQWWjD3RDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xCMEO7Rfao8/s320/IMG_6378%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be just a quick post to let you know we (Christina Pelto is the other YAGM in Slovakia this year) made it in to Slovakia safe and sound...and now we're just trying to get our bearings. We'll be going for lunch soon - even though our bodies think it's 7:15 AM and we've been up for 28+ hours. Hmmm...kind of sounds like lock-in season, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The area we're in is beautiful. I'll write more about it after some adventuring around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm quickly learning &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flexibility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be the key for this year in Slovakia. I've been operating under the instructions (for about 3 months) that I'd be staying here in Bratislava for 3 more weeks as part of this intense language class...and then I would make my way to the placement where I'll be all of the next year. An hour ago we were told that the language class won't be until October and we'll be going to our perm. placements by the end of this week! Needless to say, my first month with NO language classes will be a &lt;em&gt;trip&lt;/em&gt;. Perhaps I should have worked harder on the language CD-ROM, but it's pretty difficult with Stephen in the background snickering away :) j/k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being in my placement for a month will provide a wonderful opportunity for immersion. I'm told my host family doesn't speak any English. Sure, this makes me a little nervous about communicating, but I'm sure they'll be patient and caring...or at least I really hope they are! What was the percentage that related to communicating with children?...was it spoken language only counted for 10 - 15% of the total communication and the rest was &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; it came through. I'll be counting on that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run but I love, love, love you all!&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS - The pics are 1. the view from our flat (for at least 4 more days) and 2. the presidential palace (notice the guards outside!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-3135473725874891886?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/3135473725874891886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=3135473725874891886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/3135473725874891886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/3135473725874891886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/08/touch-downwere-in-bratislava.html' title='Touch Down...we&apos;re in Bratislava!'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLQWvgpFcxI/AAAAAAAAAWY/8cqiA-LOYtU/s72-c/IMG_6383%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-2173366435711670300</id><published>2008-08-24T15:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:24:21.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SC Synod YAGMs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLG0Yac7cOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/aJ58EJ7hONI/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238166173119115490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLG0Yac7cOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/aJ58EJ7hONI/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Serving as ELCA YAGMs this year are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah Fitch&lt;/strong&gt; (serving in Slovakia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Aubrey Kesecker&lt;/strong&gt; (serving in the United Kingdom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...both from the South Carolina Synod!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-2173366435711670300?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/2173366435711670300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=2173366435711670300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/2173366435711670300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/2173366435711670300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/08/sc-synod-yagms.html' title='SC Synod YAGMs'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLG0Yac7cOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/aJ58EJ7hONI/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-4265577340500327782</id><published>2008-08-24T14:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:03:59.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YAGMs Leaving on a Jet Plane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow (Monday 8/25) the YAGMs embark on their mass exodus! Here's a look at all the people and places YAGMs will be a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLGwM-OxcJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ekJNYawIQKE/s1600-h/yagm+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238161578518474898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="231" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLGwM-OxcJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ekJNYawIQKE/s320/yagm+001.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;part of in the next year:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Argentina &amp;amp; Uruguay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mary Kinsler, Angela Kordahl &amp;amp; Jake Rapp, &amp;amp; Stephanie Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;David Buco &amp;amp; Rebecca Mehl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerusalem/West Bank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meredith Harber, Paul Kacynski, Kendra Kintzi, Chelsea Mathis, Nikki Schmidt, &amp;amp; Marta Spangler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna Foster &amp;amp; Shurie Madery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mexico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney Guldberg, Malory Hendrickson, Alisha Ohlert, &amp;amp; Sarah Rossing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slovakia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Fitch &amp;amp; Christina Pelto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;South Africa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Hall, Eddie Johnson, Alicia Kelly, Christina Mauntel, Kelly Schumacher, Jacinda &amp;amp; Matt Shields, &amp;amp; Amy Swenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;United Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Joe Bigalke, Winona Brueggemann, Blair Fingland, Kendra Johnson, Aubrey Kesecker, Tyler Moe-Slepica, Kandisa Skaff, Jaqueline St. Pierre, Allison Sutton, Erik Thone, &amp;amp; Amanda Wieland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-4265577340500327782?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/4265577340500327782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=4265577340500327782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/4265577340500327782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/4265577340500327782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/08/yagms-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='YAGMs Leaving on a Jet Plane...'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SLGwM-OxcJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ekJNYawIQKE/s72-c/yagm+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-7305406458551482507</id><published>2008-08-17T00:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:32:53.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Missionary for a Day" Supporters:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A special thanks to all my friends, family, and community for your love and support as I head off for Slovakia!  Here are the folks who will be remembering me and lifting me up in prayer for the following month:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missionary for a Day Supporters&lt;/em&gt; for September:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patsy Ackerman &amp;amp; David Galloway, Arnold &amp;amp; Irene Bennett, Norma Brunson, Joan Drews, Jeanette Fairbanks, Fitch-Specht Family, George &amp;amp; Martha Ann Galante, David &amp;amp; Gale Gantt, Louise Heffron, Rudy Matzner, Sidney &amp;amp; Lorice McMahon, Claire Mehrtens, Stan &amp;amp; Donna Mizell, Barbara Nettles, Jonathan Otten, Eleanor Pearce, Rebecca Pugh, Barbara Robbins, Connie Specht, Gene &amp;amp; Louann Stallings, Ann Taylor, Walter &amp;amp; Lillian Toler, Kathy Whray, Joan Wilcox, Larry &amp;amp; Pat Wimmer, Robert Wyndham, Bob &amp;amp; Dolly Young&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-7305406458551482507?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/7305406458551482507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=7305406458551482507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7305406458551482507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/7305406458551482507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/08/missionary-for-day-supporters.html' title='&quot;Missionary for a Day&quot; Supporters:'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-971791670047441825</id><published>2008-07-28T12:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:56:57.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YAGM Support</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w262.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w262.photobucket.com/albums/ii88/smlcgenesisyouth/04dba57e.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i262.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s262.photobucket.com/albums/ii88/smlcgenesisyouth/?action=view&amp;current=04dba57e.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-971791670047441825?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/971791670047441825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=971791670047441825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/971791670047441825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/971791670047441825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/07/yagm-support.html' title='YAGM Support'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106662805607812036.post-299912607246907931</id><published>2008-07-28T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:47:00.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to Join My Book Club?</title><content type='html'>This is part of my required reading list before I leave for Slovakia: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;“A Day Without a Mexican” (DVD)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Race Matters” by Cornell West  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“The Dignity of Difference: How to Avoid the Clash of Civilizations” by Jonathan Sacks  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“The Poisonwood Bible” by Barbara Kingsolver&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The New Testament&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106662805607812036-299912607246907931?l=sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/feeds/299912607246907931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106662805607812036&amp;postID=299912607246907931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/299912607246907931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106662805607812036/posts/default/299912607246907931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfitchinslovakia.blogspot.com/2008/07/want-to-join-my-book-club.html' title='Want to Join My Book Club?'/><author><name>Sarah Fitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148303154921811536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EV6Gf7U8zDo/SiPq5Rlf7gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GE6OgNi-ypQ/S220/IMG_7252.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
