7-1 Subotica and Kishyges

7-1

Back to Subotica we go today to do some more work on Z's Serbian passport. I am again at the wheel of the mighty Opel, with Vera and Z helpfuly giving me a maze of direction in Hungarian, German and English. We arrived at the courthouse and marched up to the door, only to find that Z will not be allowed in. She is wearing sandals and "this is a place of buisness, not the beach." Keep in mind that these are 100 dollar sandals, not unlike the ones that Vera was wearing under her slacks. Maybe the Serbs are offended by toe nails, who knows? So Vera takes the documents and goes in to meet the judge, while we wait out front. It is only footware, by the way, that keeps you out. Some of the clothing we saw walking though the door was, ummm, really something.

Vera dropped off the papers, and the judge promised that this time they would be processed or he would call the issuing judge in America and get it sorted out. So with that all squared away, we left for home. We may still have to fly to DC just to get it squared away, as it is unlikely that the paper work will be finished before we leave and the only Serbian embassy is in DC. I hear it's pretty in December.

We arrived back at the Keckes homestead just in time to help put away the winter woodpile. It turns out our timing was perfect, we got it all stored away just before the daily thunderstorm.
After lunch I had one of the Mentos that Z bought me at the store, causing an interesting development. The filling on my back tooth broke off. I blame Z. More on this to come, I'm sure.

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I spent the afternoon working on the Cuba project for VSAA for next year, which is kind of incongruous in Serbia. But I can now tell you where the Son comes from, what a Son Montuno is, and all kinds of other cool stuff!

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Dinner this evening is at Z's first cousin's (Anni her husband Pityu and daughter Evelin) house. Steak on the grill, lots of pigeons and other critters for Jaden (and Z) to play with - and enough flies at the table for an Off commercial. Dinner starts with Palinka, bubbly water, and turkish coffee. Z's first cousin is of the "glass is never empty" school of entertaining. So after three palinkas, my glass sits, full, awaiting dinner. Our host brought us fly swatters, and the we entertained ourselves while coversing before dinner by playing the "how many did you get with that swing?" game. Dinner is the house platter, a fine assortment of fine barbecued meats, a Greek salad, pommes - and a fine assortment of fried vegetables for the veg. Seems zuchini are in and that's pretty much all anyone can think of to do with it. On the plus side, they fry better than anyone on this side of the world, never oily or greasy. A pretty fabulous meal and great company.