We were invited to spend the weekend in Banska Bystrica by one of Gary’s students, Zuzana, from 2004. We went Saturday morning because we did not want to miss The Truth Project that we were watching and discussing in our Friday night Bible Study.
The train ride was foggy at first, but when we reached the hills, it was sunny and the hills were full of fall colors. The train station had some beautiful stain glass windows, representing towns from the areas around Banska Bystrica.
Zuzana and her family live in a two story house that used to be in a village, but is now in Banska Bystrica. There is a creek running on the opposite side of the road from the house.
Zuzana’s mother had a wonderful dinner waiting for us when we got there. Her mother does not speak English, but she had worked several years in Italy. With her Italian and Jeannine’s Spanish, they were able to visit some.
When we got to the center of town, on Saturday afternoon, the town was closed, except for the churches (for weddings), restaurants and some museums. Unfortunately, the museum Zuzana wanted to show us was closed. So we walked through the square towards what used to be a castle. Now it is a restaurant. Then we passed two large Roman Catholic churches. One was for the Germans and the other was for the Slovaks. We passed a large tower, which used to be one of the watchtowers for the town. Around it was a cemetery.
From there, we went to an ice cream stand with the “best ice cream in Slovakia.” The stand was at the edge of a large city park, which was by the river. We could see the beautiful hills surrounding the town.
We wanted to visit the museum that looks like a Slovak hat cut n half. (Or a mushroom with its top sliced off.) I remember seeing the building in 2004, but I mainly remembered graffiti on its sides. It does not have graffiti now. It is in memoriam of the 1944 Slovak rebellion against the Germans. It was not successful, but is something Zuzana’s countrymen are proud of. I believe the museum also has exhibits of the Communist era. It was going to be closed in a half hour, so we saw the artillery and tanks that were used in WWII and the rebellion. They were outside in an open air museum.
We went to church with Zuzana, even though she would be teaching Sunday School and would not be there to interpret for us. That was fine with us, since we go to church on all Sundays without an interpreter in Martin. Before we went into the sanctuary, we met a woman who began speaking to us in English, when she found out we spoke English. When she had to stop to think of a word, she mentioned she had to think of it in Spanish, first, then English. She had spent three years in Peru, doing missionary work. So she and Jeannine spoke some more in Spanish.
The church service was similar to the ones here in Martin. But after the sermon, the prayers of the people and the blessings, the young people from Sunday School came in and sang to us. They did not just sing one song; they sang for about ten minutes. The joy of the Lord shown on their faces. When they finished, the praise-band stayed in front of the church. We were told that they sing for about an hour after the service. We do enjoy singing, so we stayed in the church. (The pastor came in when he had changed out of his official robes and really got into the praise singing, also. When Zuzana came, she wondered if we were wanted to leave. We answered that we wanted to do what she wanted to do. Well, maybe one song. We stayed for almost the whole second hour.
Zuzana tried to show us another museum, but it was closed for lunch. So we went home to another wonderful dinner with duck and cabbage and an apple cake. We did get to see the museum in the center of town; it had been closed on Saturday. Then we caught the train and were back in Martin in an hour.
Although we did not see many museums, we so enjoyed just visiting with Zuzana and her mother. We have invited Zuzana to Martin for a weekend of “English practice.”