CHILDREN OF THE CORN
PODCETRTEK, Slovenia Daylight come and I wan' go home. Or at least to hide my dizzy head.
My Terme Olimia host beautiful, brilliant Mojca remained composed as I inquired about the bananas (how could I not?).
Then bless her she diplomatically suggested: "could those be corn cobs?"
I roared with laughter. Smiling, she changed the subject: class.
But a few minutes later, human nature won out. "Would you mind if I told the banana story? It's a bit funny," she admitted.
Anytime, m' dear.