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I Met the President Today...

Yes, it's true; I really did meet the President of Slovakia today. In fact, I even have his signature with a note signed to me, Lada, and of course, it was all most exciting. Pictures to follow when I have the chance to load them on the computer...

Being back here in Slovakia is such a nice thing. I like thinking ah...I have a whole month and a half of no more planes or super long travels anywhere. It will be nice to do laundry again... nice to stay in the same room for an extended period of time...to maybe unpack clothes a little... to reconnect with a community once more.

And to get over jet-lag.

After hanging out at the Presidential Palace downtown today, my youngest sister and I went off to enjoy the city. We bought some crucial items with which to reequip our bikes, purchased some hotdogs in rolls from a kiosk, and wandered around in the fresh, summer, city air. Aahhh. (And of course, we topped it all off with some good old zmrzlina--icecream--from our local homeade stand.)

One of the things she and I discoursed on was the annonymity of city living--particularly when it comes to clothes. Sure, in some cities (we won't mention the obvious, like Vienna), people may very likely look you up and down and pass some sort of judgement on your attire or accessories (or lack thereof), but it doesn't really matter, does it? Because you don't know them and most likely won't. We were discussing our own very varied styles and the different particularities which we appreciate, and talking about the importance of being your self... In fact, we even talked about how much styles have changed in this country in, say, the last nine years.

When we first came to Bratislava, everyone wore formal black.

Well, today I saw something I never in my life expected to see. Not here, anyways. But hey, freedom, right?

Out across the Old Square walked someone with long hair, dressed in a vividly red housecoat!

What?!?

Surely my eyes were decieving me...but no, they weren't. Someone really was wearing their bathrobe in the middle of the city!

Eventually, another person walked by in a red bathrobe... and later on, we came across three more people also in those bathrobes.

Turns out, it wasn't a fashion statement but an advertisment for Nescafe.

Well, they got me hooked. I want to walk around the city in a bright cherry red, fuzzy bathrobe!

Maybe I'll run back to the Prez. Palace and ask the president if he has one I can borrow...

posted by Lada @ 2:07 PM