
© Tracy Novinger 2008
American culture teaches its members to “save time”... In Mexico one “spends” time…
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We must learn to speak a foreign culture in the same way that we learn to speak a foreign language. E.T. Hall

Books, authors, speakers, booksigning--adjacent to and in the beautiful facilities of the Capitol of Texas. Add to this interesting people, music and food. The festival catered to both the intellect and the senses. I was conscious today that not even a scrap of discarded paper struck a discordant note on the grounds. What a civilized gathering.

We read more than we watched television on Korcula. One evening, though, we found a Mexican movie with subtitles in Croatian--more understandable than a movie in Croatian, or a German movie with Croatian subtitles. Viva! CUT to commercial. Babe on bus holding onto overhead bar. Zoom into pig head in armpit. Wriggles snout to indicate malodor. Hunk next to babe shies away.
CUT to bathroom. Babe sprays armpit with large can of aerosol deodorant. Spray effaces pig.
CUT back to bus. Babe with big smile and armpit with no pig. Smiling hunk moves in. Happy ending.
The figs we ate in Montenegro are lime green, with the plump tender skin of a young girl. You press them to your lips and tongue and gently push through the skin with your teeth to the surprise of bright pink and delicately sweet pulp within. To the texture of the skin and the sweetness of the pulp add the crunch of tiny, tender seeds for an extravagant gustatory experience. Never have I tasted figs so sweet or partaken of them in such abundance. They were offered in large bowls and we plucked them off roadside trees. The Adriatic figs of Montenegro.