Monday morning, Marina’s mother made a breakfast of (hold your breath) cabbage rolls, cheeses and salamis, hard-boiled eggs, meat-filled potato dumplings, a glass of homemade grape juice, a glass of homemade tomato juice, orange slices, bread with homemade raspberry jam made from raspberries in the garden, peppers and cucumbers, coffee AND tea and Ukrainian chocolates.
After stuffing myself and a delightful two-hour conversation, Marina and her parents took me to a monastery near their home, a beautiful collection of old buildings dating back one-hundred and ninety years. The grounds are open to the public, requesting only a contribution. The onion domes are coated in real gold. Several of the onion domes were painted blue with gold eight-pointed stars. Continue reading