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Founded over 600 years ago Bar nestles in
the hills of southwestern Ukraine. On September 12-13th, a group of PCVs,
all of us group 24, traveled there at the invitation of Moji Navavian to celebrate the
community. This is the story of a dinner of friendship. Moji,
invited everyone to
Bar for a celebration of Ukrainian life in his small town. On the
13th, we spent the day in a village eating, dancing, singing, and some
even swam. Here are a few candid shots of group 24. |
Cindy Robertson and Alice Brew look a
little uptight as they are trying to hold on in the hay wagon that took
us to the village home. It was over cobblestone streets and I thought
this would be a blur.
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I have just accepted the bread and salt
for our group. Wini, our hostess, Vova, me, Moji, Cindy, Alice and Steve
look a little solemn, but that wasn't to last.
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Tina O'Keefe, Holly McDaniel, her host
sister, Ira and John Lobo wait head into the dining room.
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Nate Bucholz swears that the bottle is
water, not Ukrainian vodka.
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Stephen balances the bread to keep the
scarf from touching the floor
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I couldn't adjust anymore for the
light, but wanted you to see the beauty of the table laid for us. All
the linens were a beautiful display of Ukrainian artistic skills.
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The table was absolutely loaded with
food and it kept coming. Members of the mayor's (standing) extended
family and other friends joined us.
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Ukrainian women sing gustily with
strong voices at any party or just when they feel like it and this feast
was no exception. They harmonized beautifully.
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There were lots of toasts with
Ukrainian vodka and wine and the most important ones were to the
friendship that we all felt deeply this day.
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