monday night, we head to the butcher's grill buffet again. i can see this becoming a part of our ritual. i feel like anywhere where you can get good food and drinks, and as much of them as you want, should be somewhere you try to be a lot. maybe that's just me?
this time, our group has grown, and we are there for a very, very long time. i have the group of serbians who we have come to be very good friends with, all trying to teach me the serbian language, and i'm intent on learning. i even took out my notebook to have stasa write down key phrases so i don't forget them! talk about an a+ student, huh?
one of the words i learn is ziveli ("jhiv eh lee") ... which means cheers! you then go around the circle and look each person in the eyes as you clink glasses... pretty much like we do at home, but a bit more organized and sincere.
you probably already know how the rest of the story is going to go. basically, i got a couple of glasses of wine in me, and fell in love with the fact that i could say something in serbian. from there, it became my new favorite thing to do... and every five seconds, i was saying it, making everybody stop what they were doing and go around the (not so small) circle of us. nikola pretty much wanted to kill me.. can't say i blame him.
two hours later, or so, i was still munching away, and the guys couldn't believe that i was out-eating them.
guess they don't know me that well yet... ;)
xox k