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Friday, June 10, 2016

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Slovenia: Aviat - Fish


Fish was the topic of today's Aviat (our company) Summer event, that took place on Slovenian Seaside in Primorska (Slovene Littoral) region.

We started the day in Trzin, from where the bus picked us up and drove us to the seaside, where we picked up our guide and continued to Marezige. Marezige was one of the first towns, where a revolt against Italian fascism took place on 15. May 1921, during parliamentary elections.

View from Marezige

In the village we received the bicycles and our riding adventure began. Our first stop was on Dragonja river, where we tasted home made marmalade and schnapps.

Quick refreshment on Dragonja river

Crossing the Pinjevec Creek

Our 2nd stop was at Kodarinov malen, a renewed watermill, where a group of local actors presented a life in the Istria hills in the past.

Short story can be read on this link or below:
Slovenian Istria is known beyond the country’s borders for its spectacularly beautiful landscape – a countryside characterised by harsh, rocky terrain. The poor soil of the region, however, has often made it difficult for its inhabitants to make a living. For decades, beginning in the 19th century, courageous local women made rounds far from their home villages in search of a better life. They were known as Šavrinke, after the local Šavrin Hills.
Šavrinke travelled throughout Istria and beyond selling fresh produce, eggs, freshly baked bread, and other goods from their farms. Equipped with baskets known as “plenjerji”, which they carried on their heads, Šavrinke were a common sight in the port city of Trieste as well as in Koper and other Istrian towns. They returned from Trieste with coffee, sugar, salt, wool, and other products they could never get back home. Šavrinke were instantly recognisable by their traditional white dresses; some of the poorer women even travelled barefoot.
The life of Šavrinke was a difficult one. Many began to sell goods when they were young teenagers. Some continued to work until they married; for many others, it was a lifelong profession. Despite the hardships, they were never short of customers and were able to support their families even in times of economic crisis and international conflict.
After World War I, Slovenian Istria passed from Austria-Hungary to Italy. The newly installed Fascist regime persecuted ethnic Slovenians, and Šavrinke needed to obtain special permission to carry on with their work, but most continued their tradition despite the difficult political circumstances.
In the aftermath of World War II, Slovenian Istria became a part of Communist Yugoslavia and the area’s villages found themselves cut off from Trieste, which remained in Italy. Even though anyone crossing between East and West was subject to a thorough inspection, some women continued to smuggle eggs across the Cold War border. However, the lifestyles of postwar Europe were changing rapidly, and ever fewer people still made use of the services offered by Šavrinke. With the dawning of the consumer age and the spread of supermarkets, the tradition that had helped many women to make a living ultimately vanished.
Memories lived on, however, and the era of Šavrinke is now recognised as one of the defining elements of local history – a time when ordinary women seeking a better life brought respect to their remote villages and helped their families to survive difficult times.

Young local actors

 
Life on Šavrin Hills through play

Another great snack

We continued with bicycles, our next destination: Krkavče - Abrami hamlet, where they produce quality olive oil.

 
Quick presentation of the olive oil with tasting.


Our cycling expedition from Marezige to Dragonja

We finished with the cycling and in Portorož we boarded the ship, where we spent the rest of the afternoon, eating, swimming, drinking,...

City Piran, one of the three major towns of Slovenian Istria

Piran

On the boat

 
Swimming and jumping

Food was awesome

Luckily, we didn't sink

Our boat trip in Slovenian part of Adriatic

Aviat

At home, a new cap was waiting for me. Nada's grandma made them for us. Thanks!

Caps

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