The next stage of our Baltic Road Trip including a medieval castle, a pirate-themed hotel, cat butt vengeance and how I almost died in a Latvian aerial obstacle course.
The fairy tale church and school house somehow reminded me of Nabokov's account of his fairy tale childhood as a Russian prince. That Slavic world of Baba Yaga/blowing yourself up to avoid Ivan the Terrible. One of Nabokov's earliest memories was of sitting at the dining table on the second floor of their country house, and seeing his father rise up supine into view from the windows. The serfs had come to consult with the prince, he'd adjudicated the problem to their satisfaction, and they were throwing him into the air to show their appreciation.
I always look forward to your stories and LOVE the band name!
Thank you, Audrey!
The fairy tale church and school house somehow reminded me of Nabokov's account of his fairy tale childhood as a Russian prince. That Slavic world of Baba Yaga/blowing yourself up to avoid Ivan the Terrible. One of Nabokov's earliest memories was of sitting at the dining table on the second floor of their country house, and seeing his father rise up supine into view from the windows. The serfs had come to consult with the prince, he'd adjudicated the problem to their satisfaction, and they were throwing him into the air to show their appreciation.
Dang.
What an amazing story, Jeannette! You always have the best tales to tell. :)