Sunday, March 6th. This town is quiet. Totally flat counryside. Began walking on my own at 6:10: After the roosters crowed, but before the dogs woke up. Cloudy day, so photos unremarkable. A lot of construction and renovations are going on. The workmanship is excellent. A winery, school, three churchs. On the way back the dogs woke up and barked at this stranger, but the church bells had already begun their ringing, so everyone should have been up anyway.

Breakfast was homestyle and endless. The cheese we had made the night before was solid and good. Several types of bread. Goca kept urging us to eat more. She’s a whirling dervish. “I always need to be moving”. Wore us out with her enthusiasm. After breakfast Denis and Goca immediately began preparing lunch, with some assistance from us.

Ceramics lesson was far more fun than any I had attended before. His simple actions that achieved astounding results displayed the necessary thousands of hours of experience. A cheesegrader, credit card, and garlic press were his tools. After I gave him a photo print, he gifted me with a plate.

The day suddenly turned colder than it had been all week, so I bailed on the town walk. Been there anyway. Lunch was goulash (and the every-present bread). Very good.

Departed in the afternoon for Zagreb. Rain, which stopped before we arrived. Excellent timing. Hotel is very nice, though after the “Farmer’s Museum”, its name (Best Western) is too pedestrian.