A chilly morning in the middle of the woods … and what awaits us is the artesian village of Etara.

The lovely little village of Etara where culture is kept alive. Such places should be created everywhere. Met so many wonderful artists.

Learned to dye wool with natural products. Made a few samples too.
She crocheted me a bracelet too and even switched on the machines to make rope use in garments.

An apple. Such a simple gesture. Such a lovely gift. Given that these people don’t have much, I’m always moved by their generosity.

Silver work.

A weaver that only used goat hair. Gorgeous.

Finding out the history of the little mountain villages.

Getting a different view on communism.

Asked for a cooking class with a local family. They were strange about the COVID precautions we took, but after the initial crisis, they took a shine to us. Cooking with homegrown products. Such a difference in taste. A veritable feast.

An evening with a little star ‘strellina’. Such a pretty baby.

Driving through unlit crazy mountain roads.