Family Easter

For purposes of this blog I shall be refered to as Samas and Perri and Pere (these were the Lithuanian names given to us by Mykas as to not confuse his rellos).



Švėkšna is a little village in the Klaipeda county of Lithuania. Its charm came from the houses, provincial feel (provincial was a very used word by Pere and I over the week). We drove in to Švėkšna in a van that the fam had rented or something. It was a fun, Britney and GaGa (not to mention thr Kylie on the radio) themed road trip.



Myks extended family were lovely. Aunts to Uncles and Cousions through marriage blah. There were so many! All of them were more than willing to attempt to spray some english (or germinglish if your Myks dad) at us and ask us about Australia. Pere and I (Samas) felt very special, and were probably the first Aussies to Švėkšna. or for a long time. Pere taught this gorgoes girl named Eva some english in exchange for her teaching us some Lithuanian. She was learning english in greade 2. Cutiieee.



Then the food and alchohol began. There was so much stuff. Lithuanian salad is spammy pork and potatoes with egg and peas marinated in mayonaise, but its fucking good. Easter also means these dyed eggs that we thought were decoration but no, you really do eat cold hard boiled eggs with colourfull swirls on the outside. We were given some buy various people. The bowls of it seemed to re-fill. Mum and Dad kept trying to get Pere and Samas girtas (drunk) buy offering more shots. I did loose track of the amount of shots after a while.



This dog vomited (womited) on Mykas.



This is us after the first big night of party games, communication barriers and Lithuanian food. We found a racist Pipi longstocking book in Lithuanian in the room. Along with a black baby doll. There was an emphasis on these themes of the night. One block-head looking mafia guy tried to tell me that Asian women have slanted ladyparts. I just nodded and drank more. The next day we got a tour of Švėkšna, with it beautiful church, abandoned mansions in overgrown forests, and small milk bar-esque shops. Myk's dad told me that the town of Švėkšna was "boom-boomed" by Russians. and that still now in Lithuanian, Russians "not-so good".



I also had a lecture from Ruta about how in Lithuania its "boy-girl" not "boy-boy". Whoops. But overall i think Lithuanians are quite open, cheeky, and honest people. We had a blast in Švėkšna, and I did leave a little part of myself there



They also took us the the Hill of crosses, which was a bit off the beaten track but worth the extra hours in the mini-van. This Hill has over 55,000 crosses on it. Why? Hmm Lithuanians arent affarid to flaunt their religiousness, no matter how faux it really can be (Myks mum was too hungover to make it to the Easter thing at church!).