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'Don't you miss home?' people always ask. We don't miss the parched desertification of the land, the fiery summers, the choking smoke. Not here, with rivers, blue creeks, and rain on our faces.

A coppery sunset.

'Don't you miss your own country?' people always ask. We don't miss the agonized thirst of the land, the fierce summers, the world turning to ashes. Not here, with vineyards, crystalline gardens, and dewdrops in our hair.

A long, happy day. As we leave, everyone comes out to wish us 'Adijo'.

Old, shy Zoran and skilled Jaka invite us to visit the valley.

A brilliant sunset.

A spectral dawn. We cut flowers from the garden.

Slavica checks on the hot potica.

We arrive in the night. Everyone greets us with 'Dober večer'.

Luka shows us the brown trout he caught himself.

We dine upon štruklji.

Dark, plain Ivana and gracious Marija knit.

Dark-eyed, pretty Lilijana offers us a gift of exotic cherries.

Forget-me-nots catch our eye.

We are gladdened to notice some budding primroses in the green meadow.

We arrive in the twilight. Everyone greets us with 'Dober večer'.

We arrive in the sunset. Everyone greets us with 'Dober večer'.

We gather under the ash tree at night.

We are delighted to notice many geraniums by the lush lake.

We gather under the peach tree at dawn.

Brown-eyed, funny Jaka and reserved Franc chat.

We float into snow.

A green-black twilight.

We partake of hazelnut cake.

A long, happy sunset. As we leave, everyone comes out to wish us 'Adijo'.

In the cool hut, we quaff apple juice.

The children dance.

Branko bakes savory bread.

A rainy dawn. We play.

Thin, reserved Kristjan offers us a gift of luscious pears.

We wander on.

Many students board the red local train to Maribor.

A rainy dawn.

Stocky, funny Aleš and cheerful Janez invite us to visit Olimje.

Night. The sky is dark because of the new moon.

Elfin, cheerful Miran offers us a gift of exotic grapes.

A lull in the hubbub. Pale Ema cracks hazelnuts.

We linger under the fructiferous chestnut trees.

In the abandoned gostišče, we swig žganje.

We roll toward sunlight.

A hawk swoops overhead.

The children gather around us.

We drift forever through light.

Quiet all through the house. Thin Jure cracks hazelnuts.

Wiry, charismatic Rudolf and vital Vinko chat.

A star-drenched night. We stumble into a stand of walnuts.

We are pleased to find some colorful dandelions next to the road.

Geraniums greet us.

We find a grove of pears and gorge ourselves on the sweet fruits.

We arrive in the twilight. Everyone greets us with 'Dober večer'.