I ♥ Slovakian Countryside
I wish my dad was here—I think he'd get a big kick out of bicycling around the gently rolling hills of wheat, or casually walking through the small villages with a lit pipe.
This town turns off their streetlights between midnight and about four in the morning—turning on again just before dawn starts breaking over the eastern hills. At two o'clock the only lights on in sight are coming from our building—it's the darkest location I've seen since sailing in the Caribbean.
We're talking zero light pollution, moonlight, or any other light source here—just you, the enveloping blackness, and an amazing ceiling of stars above.
This area is like a living Garden of Eden. I've never seen a place where cherries, plums, pears, apples, and berries of all type grow and ripen freely, without fencing or plundering. There are so many fruits and vegetables being grown in people's yards that the (numerous) fruit bearing trees and bushes found in public spaces are left alone—delicious, low hanging fruit totally intact, and ready for a shoestring travelers (such as ourselves) to pluck for a quick snack, or to take home.
Our days here are sunny and slow-paced. The air is crisp and fresh—not a hint of pollution or mechanical exhaust to be found.
I think this is a truly wonderful place for anyone under the age of 10 or older than 30—for there is nothing here to stimulate the bored youth of the town, idling without classes to keep them preoccupied. All this age group probably thinks of is escape—and understandably so—whilst the rest want nothing more than to stay.
The people we've met here are kindhearted and friendly, and generally without the ability to speak English. No matter—we communicate well enough without, and Aidric brings out the warmth in people regardless where we go.
I honestly think our time here will be a highlight of Eastern Europe—for living location and lifestyle, I can't imagine it getting much better than this. For sure there will be other places with interesting architecture, people and history—and I'd kill for some bicycles of our own here—but for what we're paying in the peak season of August, I think this is just about is good as it's gonna get—and the gettin' is good.