today dragan and i went to eat lunch at this family's house out in the stix of croatia. they're pretty poor, like a lot of people, but they still spared no expense and pulled out all the big guns: orange fanta, bbq pork, homemade sausage, fresh killed chicken, fresh bread, and leetle tiny peekles and hot peppers. i had turkish coffee afterwards with a little sugar. by interpreting through dragan, they said next time i came over, they'd make rabbit.