Saturday, May 26, 2012
Slavonice
We spent the night in Slavonice (pronounced SLAV-o-nit-seh), in a hotel run by a man and a woman who were two of the sweetest people I've met here. They gave us all an absolutely enormous breakfast. Bread! Cheese! Meat! Vegetables! Coffee! Cake! Two kinds of cake! Seconds and thirds of everything! When we left, thoroughly stuffed, they urged us to take more. They spoke just enough English, and we spoke just enough Czech, for us to tell them that we were students from America. They hadn't heard of North Carolina, though.
We had planned a few extra stops today, but everyone loved Slavonice so much that we decided to stay there for the whole morning instead. We all spent the morning wandering the town's slanted little streets and taking photographs.
It's a beautiful place; there are buildings as ornate as the ones in Prague next door to simple little gray-stucco cottages, twisting little streets and passages, a tall clock tower, crumbling castle ruins with birds nesting in the crevices, cats sleeping and sheep grazing in the cluttered little backyards nearby.
Once you get more than three or four blocks past the lovely town square (triangle), the houses give way to farmland and ancient, wildflower-sprinkled cemeteries.
Some of the other students walked all the way out into the fields and took pictures of hills and newly sprouting crops stretching all the way to the horizon. I went back to wander through some more of the quiet little back streets.
It's a beautiful place; there are buildings as ornate as the ones in Prague next door to simple little gray-stucco cottages, twisting little streets and passages, a tall clock tower, crumbling castle ruins with birds nesting in the crevices, cats sleeping and sheep grazing in the cluttered little backyards nearby.
Once you get more than three or four blocks past the lovely town square (triangle), the houses give way to farmland and ancient, wildflower-sprinkled cemeteries.
Some of the other students walked all the way out into the fields and took pictures of hills and newly sprouting crops stretching all the way to the horizon. I went back to wander through some more of the quiet little back streets.
It's been interesting to see how the buildings look in places smaller and less wealthy than Prague. Many of the patterns in Czech architecture are very simple: a factory with just the left-hand panes of each window done in yellow glass, a gray house with brown window frames, a hotel painted in gray with an orange stripe down the front, a highway wall made of two colors of panels with every fifth pair flipped. Much of their decoration consists of simply using two colors instead of one, or taking a simple pattern and changing just one section of it, or adding a single piece of decoration in just the right place. It's simple, and it works beautifully.
They also appreciate the textures of the materials they use, both new and old. Many of the buildings are beautiful because of the wear on them, or because of repairs which have been left visible. New cement or patched stucco can become a pattern all on its own.
Block printing
While in Slavonice, we had a chance to try some block printing at a printing and ceramics studio near the square. They provided us with dye, rubber print blocks, and aprons, and we proceeded to stamp patterns all over the fabric that one of the teachers had brought.
I found a pattern, a color combination, and an elephant stamp I liked, and I never got around to trying any of the others. We spread the finished patterns out in the cobblestone square outside to dry in the sun.
I found a pattern, a color combination, and an elephant stamp I liked, and I never got around to trying any of the others. We spread the finished patterns out in the cobblestone square outside to dry in the sun.
After lunch in Slavonice (pork with dumplings and a seemingly infinite supply of bread, which seems to be standard in Czech restaurants), we finally had to move on.
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Weaving Mill
Our last stop was a weaving mill in Strmilov. It was a fairly large building made up of long, low rooms full of machinery and rolls of fibers.
The same family has owned it for several generations; we were shown around by the most recent generation, a young man only slightly older than the students in our group, who explained the mill's whole process to us. They do the whole process, too - there are machines to card the wool, to comb it and spin it into thread, to wind it onto reels, and then to unwind the reels and weave the thread into cloth.
There are giant automated looms nearly two stories high, loaded with wide arrays of warp threads and long strips of complex punch cards encoded with the patterns for rugs and blankets.
They have more modern digital looms from the 1940s or 50s, but they don't like those quite so much.
Other looms require a bit more human attention to create patterns, but still automate the actual actions of weaving, with steel-pointed industrial shuttles loaded like bullets in the chambers on either end.
In among all the modern machinery - relatively speaking, since many of the machines are over a hundred years old - there are some slightly more old-fashioned methods of working with fibers.
In short, this one building appears to contain the means to perform every step of the weaving process that doesn't involve actual sheep.
The same family has owned it for several generations; we were shown around by the most recent generation, a young man only slightly older than the students in our group, who explained the mill's whole process to us. They do the whole process, too - there are machines to card the wool, to comb it and spin it into thread, to wind it onto reels, and then to unwind the reels and weave the thread into cloth.
There are giant automated looms nearly two stories high, loaded with wide arrays of warp threads and long strips of complex punch cards encoded with the patterns for rugs and blankets.
They have more modern digital looms from the 1940s or 50s, but they don't like those quite so much.
Other looms require a bit more human attention to create patterns, but still automate the actual actions of weaving, with steel-pointed industrial shuttles loaded like bullets in the chambers on either end.
In among all the modern machinery - relatively speaking, since many of the machines are over a hundred years old - there are some slightly more old-fashioned methods of working with fibers.
In short, this one building appears to contain the means to perform every step of the weaving process that doesn't involve actual sheep.
Or maybe they just didn't show us those parts.
The same family runs a business across the street where they grow and prepare their own coffee. They said that they love coffee and couldn't find a good place to get it in the area, so they decided to just start making it themselves. I bought a small bag to take home.
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After that, there was just the long drive back to Prague.
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After that, there was just the long drive back to Prague.
Tonsilitis
On the way back, one of my roommates (all three male fibers students somehow ended up in the same room) took a sudden turn for the worse. He'd been sick for a few days, but a quick iPhone photo revealed that his tonsils were rather horrifically swollen. This could explain the apocalyptic snoring of the last few nights. He'd been holding up pretty well for the rest of the trip, but on the last leg of the bus ride, he started throwing up. Fortunately, we were almost at the outskirts of Prague by then, so it wasn't long before we got back to the Penzion and someone drove him to the hospital.
He returned late in the evening, accompanied by one of our teachers, who gave me instructions (I was the only one in the room at the time) on what he needed to do to take care of himself and use the collection of antibiotics he'd been given. He has what is probably tonsilitis, though it could be mono or strep throat or a couple of more obscure things. I think we'll all be washing our hands even more carefully than usual for the next few weeks.
He said the hospital was a strange experience - all those people talking about him, and he couldn't understand a word.
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I'm glad we went on this trip. As much as I've come to love Prague in the two weeks I've been here, it was wonderful to see the rest of the country - the smaller, simpler towns and villages, the rural and industrial areas, and the farms and forests that stretch for miles between them. We really did see a lot of the rest of the country, too. Looking at a map afterward, our route (though incompletely marked) surrounded nearly a third of the Czech Republic before returning to Prague, the city in the center of the country in the center of Europe (or close enough).
The Czech Republic is a stunningly beautiful country - a little chipped and patched and worn around the edges, maybe, but all the more beautiful for that. Even the factories here are brightly painted, with spires and ornamentation on the top. Maybe the size of the country means that history is always nearby; maybe the lack of money makes it hard to replace it. Whatever the reason, the Czech people are still building things with a long-standing sense of aesthetics, a value for decoration, and an appreciation of beauty - both rough and polished - that has been a bit harder to find in the US since somewhere in the 1940s.
I wish I could bring it all home with me.
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