TRAVEL DIARY

A weblog regularly updated by Jodi Rose.

Monday, February 27, 2006

11:47 PM
Posted by jodi rose

sunday braved the snow to walk along the river and record the basilica tune at 4.30pm. fingers almost froze, then dropped a glove over the embankment and had to find the stairs to retrieve it. a little worried I would fall into the freezing river and be swept away by those fast currents - reminded me of the trip along a river in lithuania, the forest outside vilnius with gediminus leading us to this sacred pool - we never found it. but I almost slipped on the narrow muddy banks a few times.
came back for last meeting with karol on his way to czech republic, and then andrew arrived from budapest - he missed the pagan festival that was planned, sadly, although i told him everyday in sturovo is a pagan festival - straight to the green for red wine and pizza. Finally working out how this place works and getting food delivered.
This morning started with a long soak at thermal baths, conversation about life and where to live it, then walked along the riverbeach on the other side of the bridge and took photos. I love the concept of a beach covered in snow, it's totally bizarre to me. discovered the basilica dome is exactly the same green as the bridge, which I had never noticed before. contemplated life after maria valeria.
at least I have a diploma now - should come in handy for something.
slowsly getting my head around leaving - suddenly start to feel very attached and involved in the community, and life here. marika took me out for pizza this afternoon, we have such a lovely friendship, I will really miss that girl. Then andrea invited me over to taste the dish she prepared from the wild boar her father hunted - it was amazingly rich and gamey. she and robert reminisced about socialist soft drinks - kofola was good, and the yellow one also ok, but the red one wasnasty - not everything about that time was bad, they laughed.
now I finish printing out photos to stick into the diary for logbook.
also finally worked out that the metallic water whirring noise is actually in the heating pipes, not outside - strange sense of aural perception, can't really judge the spatialisation of sounds very well.
andrew tells me that there is now a 'beyond locative media' movement, which is critical of the discourse and positioning that happened in that area, although his work happens in a far different realm - and I'm inclined also towards staying put. eventually.