Autumn Almanac

Good Scary, not Bad Scary

Every day, I wake up and have a rough to-do list ā€“ and inevitably, something way outside of the plan happens. It keeps life interesting. Like I said in my first post, the newness of every day is something I try to embrace, because it will not always be like this (in a bittersweet way). 

That being said, the theme for my days seems to be in line with the cliche advice ā€œDo one thing that scares you every dayā€. Iā€™ve always disliked this advice for some reason, maybe because I felt like it didnā€™t need to be said (doing things outside my comfort zone is a norm for me) but on the flip side, some days it is perfectly okay to be content with routine and familiarityā€¦ It is okay to rest. Thatā€™s something Iā€™m learning this year, and especially in the Balkans, where the pace of life is so much slower than in the States.

Anyway, last week, the scary thing I did was play a French horn audition with two men I had never met. I havenā€™t played horn in over a year, so even though I have 8 years of playing under my belt, Iā€™m rusty. Then thereā€™s the fact I went to a strangerā€™s apartment for it (before you worry for my sanity or safety, it was on the up-and-up with the Philharmonic and my Macedonian tutor) and there was a slight language barrier as well. 

On my walk to the audition, I ran into two people who go to my church, which made me feel part of the community. I made it to the apartment, met the two guys, and had a coffee with them, then prepared to play. I only brought my mouthpiece, so I borrowed one of their horns. Hereā€™s when things got interesting (and by interesting, I mean I was blindsided and seriously doubted my own ability to play). 

Itā€™s worth mentioning that in the French Horn world, there are F horns and Bb horns. In the States, I exclusively played F horn. Here in Macedonia, Bb horn is much more common ā€“ almost no one plays the F horn. Maybe you see where this is going. 

Soā€¦ He handed me the horn, which immediately felt lighter than I was used to, but I didnā€™t think much of it. I played a few warm up notes, and it went fine. The problems occurred when I started trying to play scalesā€¦ the notes were just not happening. Confused, I asked a few questions about the horn, then continued trying to play, although at this point it sounded like this was the first time I had touched a horn.

After an excruciating minute, we finally cleared up the miscommunication ā€“ this was in fact a Bb horn. Fortunately, I know how to switch a Bb horn to F (by holding down the thumb valve) so after I fully realized this, I was able to play a scales as normal. 

They heard what they needed to hear, and thank goodness I could put the horn down and go back to socializing with them. It was approaching dinner time, and one mentioned he was going to a kafana (traditional restaurant) with his wife and their friends. Casually, they invited me to join them for rakija and salad. I didnā€™t have anything else going on for the evening, and I will never turn down an invitation to kafana, so I said yes and we made our way up the block to eat. 

They ordered a few classic meze dishes like tomatoes with sirenje (sheepā€™s cheese) and peppers with kislo mleko (similar to greek yogurt), and of course, rakija, the spirit of Macedonia. We talked about our families, travels, the corruption in the countryā€¦ Two hours passed quickly, and I decided to thank them, take my leave, and make my way home around 9pm.

Community and Cultural Differences

Every week, I try to go to the same restaurant for kebapi - thereā€™s a picture of it under the Photos section near the top. A kind older man runs the place I go to for it, and usually he patiently lets me practice my language skills during dinner. Itā€™s quite affordable as well, maybe $3 for the whole meal. Last week, he suggested we go for a coffee sometime soon, which Iā€™ll take him up on at some point. It may take a little work, but the hospitality here is unmatched. 

Teaching is slowly getting easier - there is always at least one thing that doesnā€™t go as planned, and I have to adapt. The students really like Kahoot for vocabulary, so Iā€™ve started incorporating that each week. Last week, the most memorable unplanned phenomenon was when one of my first year students approached me to tell me my lessons were ā€œboring and too stretched outā€ after she asked for class to end early. Fortunately this didnā€™t bother me that much ā€“ I know my lessons are fun and Iā€™m trying my best, and also this same student called out her peers earlier in class for ā€˜not knowing how to debateā€™... so honestly, no one was safe from the barbs she was throwing out that day. The rest of my students assured me that they enjoy our classes.

My coffee habits here are changing ā€“ it is now something I mostly just drink socially ā€“ at a cafe or in someoneā€™s home. It makes it more enjoyable, I think, instead of chugging it to-go because I need the caffeine. I went out with two of my second-year students last weekend, and we spent a couple hours just sitting, talking, and having coffee ā€“ there was no rush to get to the next destination. It is becoming easier for me to be present in moments like this (with practice), because in the US, I was very used to always knowing my next move and checking things off the to-do list. Iā€™m able to be more grateful for the small moments this way, which I love.

A friend from Conn and her boyfriend visited Skopje this week, and I got to see them two days in a row, and meet a couple of their local friends, too. She lives in Bulgaria for Fulbright; she extended to this year, so it is her second in the Balkans. It was lovely to see a familiar face and catch up. šŸ˜Š

Halloween isnā€™t celebrated here like it is in the Statesā€¦ Some stores were decorated with pumpkins and ghost cut-outs, and a few bars had events, but otherwise, nothing too crazy. On the 1st of April here, the kids dress in costumes and go door-to-door asking for candy or money, so thatā€™s their version of Halloween, minus anything scary or any ties to pagan rituals (which given the predominant conservative Orthodox culture here, makes sense). 

Final updates for now: I just finished A2 for Macedonian, so Iā€™m beginning B1 lessons this week! Iā€™m also planning a few short trips soon, both around Macedonia and abroad, so be on the lookout for those updates.

(Song Credit: The Kinks)

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