tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200274132008-10-11T23:33:04.668+02:00.the.horvat-kavai.blog..arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.comBlogger163125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-63372185438351535892008-10-11T23:32:00.000+02:002008-10-11T23:33:04.677+02:00.changes.so, tell us, how do you like the new template we selected?.arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-24906691137143855262008-10-09T20:40:00.004+02:002008-10-10T07:39:30.268+02:00.summer.in.pictures.it is very cold in the mornings. well, it is october, you may say, and you are right. it is october, and october is a fall month.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />anyway, i was looking at summer pictures to warm me up, and decided to share some that haven't been shared so far.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7oHA9CbwI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jBquy6ARyLE/s1600-h/DSC_1933.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7oHA9CbwI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jBquy6ARyLE/s320/DSC_1933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255393022400687874" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7oHbBBXVI/AAAAAAAAAh4/dMReR9DA4Vg/s1600-h/DSC_2248.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7oHbBBXVI/AAAAAAAAAh4/dMReR9DA4Vg/s320/DSC_2248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255393029396716882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7oHeF0ydI/AAAAAAAAAiA/mn7DpLlWlT8/s1600-h/DSC_2863.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7oHeF0ydI/AAAAAAAAAiA/mn7DpLlWlT8/s320/DSC_2863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255393030222170578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7oHcGEPkI/AAAAAAAAAiI/JD0uDqdvOAo/s1600-h/DSC_2971.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7pfHI1i_I/AAAAAAAAAjw/g0uuhnJdeRE/s320/DSC_4420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255394535889275890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7pfTKpkYI/AAAAAAAAAj4/haLzVnS3_wQ/s1600-h/DSC_4423.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7pfTKpkYI/AAAAAAAAAj4/haLzVnS3_wQ/s320/DSC_4423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255394539118104962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7pfdIIdbI/AAAAAAAAAkA/PGbPeYLuh1o/s1600-h/DSC_4509.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7pfdIIdbI/AAAAAAAAAkA/PGbPeYLuh1o/s320/DSC_4509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255394541791901106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7pfQeocjI/AAAAAAAAAkI/zh1ZC2uZro0/s1600-h/DSC_4616.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7pfQeocjI/AAAAAAAAAkI/zh1ZC2uZro0/s320/DSC_4616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255394538396611122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7pqzTQWxI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/eDea6cQd2Mw/s1600-h/DSC_4640.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7pqzTQWxI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/eDea6cQd2Mw/s320/DSC_4640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255394736722696978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7pq_i2xbI/AAAAAAAAAkY/SHfb5mxy92U/s1600-h/DSC_4794.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7pq_i2xbI/AAAAAAAAAkY/SHfb5mxy92U/s320/DSC_4794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255394740009354674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7prAofzwI/AAAAAAAAAkg/itYfuTt_Qdk/s1600-h/DSC_4829.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SO7prAofzwI/AAAAAAAAAkg/itYfuTt_Qdk/s320/DSC_4829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255394740301451010" border="0" /></a></div>.arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-68567239582466730282008-10-07T06:32:00.009+02:002008-10-07T09:26:03.998+02:00.what.the...<div style="text-align: justify;">Nowadays, more and more things that we use are manufactured in China. I really have nothing against that fact, or against the Chinese people as a whole. I just wish that the companies that make some of these products would hire someone who speaks proper English, in order to double-check all the things they write on these products.<br />Until they do, Arpi and I will continue to have a good laugh every once in a while - upon discovering the latest weird "English" word.<br /><br />Here's the object of our latest cheerful moment:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SOsHJw0AkzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YcVZWAUbc1I/s1600-h/DSC_5173.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SOsHJw0AkzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YcVZWAUbc1I/s320/DSC_5173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254301254561076018" border="0" /></a>What is the problem here? Take a closer look!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SOsAfTyTTJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tLI6PAGmBcA/s1600-h/DSC_5188.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SOsAfTyTTJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tLI6PAGmBcA/s320/DSC_5188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254293928145013906" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Although this was only a miniature box of washing powder from a toy kitchen set, the questions still remain:<br /><ol><li>What on earth is <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">senior</span> washing powder? (Is it perhaps to be used only by the elderly?)</li><li>What does <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">forever whiteness</span> mean? 'Cause if it means that once I have washed my clothes with this powder, they will never get soiled again, then bring it on! I want this powder in my house!</li><li>The absolute favourite is <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">do-it-yourselfery</span>. What ?!?!?!<br /></li></ol>If you are able to decipher the meaning of any of the above expressions, please, feel free to do so.<br /><br />Or, if you have any similarly weird texts from a product, we would love to have you share.<br /><br />Let's all have a good laugh!<br /></div></div>.andi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05890801710386971257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-76176297232085410472008-10-06T06:59:00.007+02:002008-10-06T07:54:57.121+02:00.beautiful.slovenia.<div style="text-align: justify;">This past week-end, we were blessed to go to Celje (Slovenia) to attend the wedding of our friends, Justin and Erin. The wedding was beautiful, held in a picturesque setting on a mountaintop.<br /><br />Here are some pictures to show you the reason why we are now in love with Slovenia, and wish we could spend every week-end there...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SOmm6RuVX-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/AvDbUXRh2nI/s1600-h/DSC_5045.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SOmm6RuVX-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/AvDbUXRh2nI/s320/DSC_5045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253913960424759266" border="0" /></a>Justin and Erin<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SOmm6Ar_jOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tZQRkaVXq4s/s1600-h/DSC_4974.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SOmm6Ar_jOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tZQRkaVXq4s/s320/DSC_4974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253913955851537634" border="0" /></a>Tiny village (<a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&geocode=&q=svetina,+slovenia&sll=37.0625,-95.677068&sspn=35.547176,79.101563&ie=UTF8&ll=46.204072,15.313911&spn=0.06071,0.154495&t=p&z=13">Svetina</a>) hidden amidst the hills<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SOmm6spQx9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/-VvLoHktNWI/s1600-h/DSC_5153.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SOmm6spQx9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/-VvLoHktNWI/s320/DSC_5153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253913967651243986" border="0" /></a>Sunrise<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SOmm6gAQQ9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/zQOovTFESWA/s1600-h/DSC_5052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SOmm6gAQQ9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/zQOovTFESWA/s320/DSC_5052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253913964258018258" border="0" /></a>Simply beautiful<br /></div>.andi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05890801710386971257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-26490673704096453762008-09-30T06:08:00.006+02:002008-09-30T09:05:50.256+02:00.a.good.read.<div style="text-align: justify;">I have just finished reading the book below:<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SOHPCPcgYUI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2W-7Kf2BNT0/s1600-h/pale.cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SOHPCPcgYUI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2W-7Kf2BNT0/s320/pale.cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251706277903491394" border="0" /></a>It is the diary of a Bosnian Serb journalist, who had lived in Pale (15 km outside of Sarajevo) and worked at the Sarajevo television station before the war broke out. He refused to cooperate with the new Serbian authorities that took over Pale and shelled the city below them, and was marginalized and had to flee. However, he kept a diary during the first three months of the war, which was a fascinating read for me during the last few weeks.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">If you are interested in the modern history of the Balkans, reading this book is a must. I highly recommend it. (It's available on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Enemy-Territory-Pale-Diary/dp/0863567266/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1222758241&sr=8-1">amazon</a>)<br /></div>.andi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05890801710386971257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-76527594921378335772008-09-28T09:19:00.004+02:002008-09-28T09:32:24.817+02:00.mi.casa.es.su.casa.tambien.<div style="text-align: justify;">if you are not a friend of the swedish furniture giant ikea, then do not read this post, since this post is nothing else but praise for their <a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/90094768">korall anemon</a> tent we recently got for nina. she loves it! it is her own little house inside the big house!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SN8wu9j8E4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/lTbZtDDgcdA/s1600-h/DSC_4959.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SN8wu9j8E4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/lTbZtDDgcdA/s320/DSC_4959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250969273894704002" border="0" /></a>she has a few furry stuffed squatters, but hey, we all have to have neighbors, right?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SN8wu5j4X-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/U7XPfrOJOBc/s1600-h/DSC_4963.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SN8wu5j4X-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/U7XPfrOJOBc/s320/DSC_4963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250969272820719586" border="0" /></a>kicking back, literally :)<br /></div>.arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-4947585336601594272008-09-19T09:15:00.004+02:002008-09-19T09:23:31.949+02:00.breakfast.anyone.<div style="text-align: justify;">mornings are by far the most favorite (should i say favoritest?) part of my day. all of us together, tranquility factor high (since nina gets up at 6am and the entire world still sleeps), <a href="http://www.cafefrei.hu/">java </a>levels high, nina munching on cheerios and milk - can it get better than this?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SNNRoHT-aUI/AAAAAAAAAdw/KEcVM69y2q8/s1600-h/DSC_4892.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SNNRoHT-aUI/AAAAAAAAAdw/KEcVM69y2q8/s320/DSC_4892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247627740416207170" border="0" /></a>somehow everything tastes better if you use two spoons<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SNNRoZIbq8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/a9Xu0dQIc7I/s1600-h/DSC_4895.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SNNRoZIbq8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/a9Xu0dQIc7I/s320/DSC_4895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247627745199631298" border="0" /></a>yumm :)<br /></div>.arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-23979101078555090032008-09-16T21:27:00.006+02:002008-09-17T07:21:26.387+02:00.impressions.<div style="text-align: justify;">So many things have happened in <span style="font-weight: bold;">the last few weeks</span>. Lots of lessons, blessings, but more than anything: God's grace and beauty overflowing around us. Here are a few of my favorite moments:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">School started.</span> With the new semester at the Bible College, there are so many new students, and new faces. And yet, two of them stick out to me. Danijela, who is a Bosnian Serb, and Dunja, a Croat girl. They met here, on the first day of school. Amidst of all the 100 people on campus, again and again, I see them together. Sharing, talking, walking, sipping coffee. If you followed the news in the last 15 or so years, you know how cool this is.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus.</span> (Galatians 3:28, The Bible)<br />I love how living and powerful God's word is :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Last week-end</span> we were blessed to go to Celje, Slovenia. We took our friend Erin there, (who has been interning here) as she is getting married to our other friend, Justin - who has been a missionary/pastor there for 10 years. Other than the sweet fellowship with them, we were so blessed to see the church there, and to see a part of what used to be our country growing up. It is, of course, so different now, and we did feel like foreigners and tourists. Which is what, in all reality, we were.<br />Slovenia is beautiful, and as we drove back to Hungary, we agreed that we will be back (and not just for Justin and Erin's wedding in three weeks)!<br /><br />I was planning on ironing <span style="font-weight: bold;">tonight.</span> I hate ironing. Thankfully, God had a much better plan. Our good friends, Phil and Joy invited us out for a double date (double trouble, some may call it). Oh, what a sweet time it was! We drove to Székesfehérvár (try pronouncing that! - if you're not Hungarian), had dinner, and then went grocery shopping in a BIG store. (Grocery shopping can be a lot of fun when you live in Vajta, a village of 600 people and three tiny grocery stores, and a 40 minute drive from the closest bigger grocery store.) And it was fun! Great fellowship, sweet times of sharing, lots of laughter!<br /><br />All I can say is: <span style="font-weight: bold;">I love God, and I love His surprises! </span>He does more than I could ever think up or plan, and in all the things He plans for me, His love is written all over. His personal touch of knowing just what it is that would encourage me that day is so unique. I always know it was Him who surprised me. Who ever said that being a Christian was boring?</div>.andi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05890801710386971257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-19244430350998240632008-09-09T14:17:00.003+02:002008-09-11T07:49:14.897+02:00.pictures.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SMZpntxylUI/AAAAAAAAAdo/yPX-qD_j-tk/s1600-h/pictures.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SMZpntxylUI/AAAAAAAAAdo/yPX-qD_j-tk/s320/pictures.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243994947143767362" border="0" /></a>these two pictures were taken some time apart, what do you think?</div>.arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-89665475460952001282008-08-27T23:14:00.006+02:002008-08-27T23:36:50.981+02:00.ministry.update.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">we must apologize for not having written a ministry update for a shamefully long time. we know that this update has been way overdue, and we are thankful for your patience, prayers and support.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">a lot has happened with us since we last updated you, and we will try to summarize below, as well as share with you a little bit of what we believe lies ahead of us.</span><br /></div><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">spring</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">during the spring semester, arpi continued heading up the administrative, legal, and accounting departments of the bible college and conference center. in a place this big, you can imagine that he always has his hands full, but he is loving every minute of it. there are always plenty of deadline challenges, as well as lessons in faith when it comes to dealing with government offices, finances, or people in any other way.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">the lord opened a wonderful door this spring for us to get the bible college accredited in the european union, which is something we tried once before after the school moved to hungary in 2002. the accreditation process is a huge undertaking, lots of paperwork, red tape and such. arpi gets to be part of it, and watch god work. please be in prayer for the process as well as arpi and gabor, a lawyer from the budapest church who is doing an amazing job helping us navigate the maze of european bureaucracy.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">this past semester arpi had over twenty hungarian students and he taught the book of daniel. it was an amazing time of seeing god work in the hearts of the students.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">andi was happy to translate the women’s discipleship class, where we studied the book of james. she also lead a discussion / work-group which was a stretch time-wise, but a huge blessing all in all, as it gave her a wonderful opportunity to minister to some of the hungarian girls much more closely.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SLXIOUIFELI/AAAAAAAAAdg/L0u-DrvD60I/s1600-h/DSC_3135.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SLXIOUIFELI/AAAAAAAAAdg/L0u-DrvD60I/s320/DSC_3135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239313889761759410" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">during the outreach season, in april, we traveled to sarajevo (bosnia and herzegovina) to seek the lord. while there, he confirmed to us that he has a place of ministry for us there some time in the future, which was a great encouragement for us. however, the time is not yet, and we continue to seek him and wait for him to open the effective door when he sees it fit. until then, we hope to take outreach teams there to work alongside and support some of the missionaries that are there now. bosnia and herzegovina’s spiritual climate is not a light one, and we desire to be an encouragement to those that are already there serving the lord now.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">summer</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">you might remember that every summer the bible college hosts an intensive, six-week discipleship program called <a href="http://www.avisionforlife.com/">a vision for life</a>. years ago, when serving here, andi helped set up the first such program, and this year, arpi got to teach the book of hebrews and daniel to the twenty students that came. it was encouraging to see young lives changed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SLXH_5oYmPI/AAAAAAAAAdY/wzX164gMu0c/s1600-h/DSC_3026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SLXH_5oYmPI/AAAAAAAAAdY/wzX164gMu0c/s320/DSC_3026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239313642131331314" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">during the summer, andi busied herself with (other than nina) translation work, and interpreting occasionally. in the spring, our pastor, phil metzger asked andi if she would be willing to organize and head up a translation and publishing board for calvary chapel hungary. as the ministry in hungary has been growing, we have been trying to connect the churches in the different towns as much as possible so we can be even more fruitful and so we can reach even more areas of the country. translating and publishing good books, that are needed in this country, and doing the job well, is definitely a priority.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">after picking the people for the board, andi’s job now mainly consists of coordination, but when time allows, she likes to do a bit of translation and proofreading as well.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">hopefully, in our next newsletter, we will be able to announce the title of our first finished project to you.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">prayer requests:<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span> </div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">may we fall more in love with the lord.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">protection for our marriage, and our time together as a family.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">for arpi’s classes this semester. anointing, guidance and blessing from the lord.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">may god lead arpi and gabor as they pursue the accreditation of the bible bollege in hungary. favor with the authorities regarding this.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">wisdom for andi in coordinating and leading the translation board.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">daily wisdom in raising our daughter, nina.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">for god to continue to use us in ministering to the hungarian students and interns.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">god’s timing and an effective door into bosnia in the future.</span></li></ul>.arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-15845583375815285142008-08-16T19:38:00.006+02:002008-08-16T20:06:24.085+02:00.transmogrifier.<div style="text-align: justify;">the transmogrifier is a fictional device invented by calvin (<a href="http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes">calvin and hobbes</a> by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Watterson">bill watterson</a>) capable of transmogrifying any object into any other object. the first transmogrifier calvin invensts consists of an upside-down cardboard box and using the transmogrifier he transformed himself into a tiger, a dinosaur, an elephant, and other animals.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKcRimTzNlI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LvnUw1NTDQs/s1600-h/transmogrify.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKcRimTzNlI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LvnUw1NTDQs/s320/transmogrify.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235172377938310738" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">nina got transmogrified today, but it did not happen thanks to a cardboard box. a friend gave nina a necklace made of plastic "pearls" and it instantly transformed daddy's innocent baby into a princess - a posing, self-aware woman. scary!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKcWCFrRR1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/O-nOCJlASwM/s1600-h/DSC_3346.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKcWCFrRR1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/O-nOCJlASwM/s320/DSC_3346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235177316980705106" border="0" /></a><br /></div>.arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-8564000070731590362008-08-13T13:59:00.009+02:002008-08-13T21:31:52.116+02:00.loop.<div style="text-align: justify;">1,996 kilometers (or 1,240 miles) is the distance we covered while driving in four different countries lately, but we are finally (and happily) back home - sleeping in our own beds, using our own showers and bathrooms, ... sweet home :)<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKLM1cV6F-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/3s7y6XY18o4/s1600-h/trip.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKLM1cV6F-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/3s7y6XY18o4/s320/trip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233970935471151074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">we went to split (croatia) first, where we visited our friends (tim and grace warholic). we went to <a href="http://www.ccofsplit.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=17&Itemid=38">church</a> and we were also able to go to the <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&geocode=&q=setaliste+ivana+pavla,+split,+croatia&sll=37.0625,-95.677068&sspn=35.547176,79.101563&ie=UTF8&t=h&ll=43.501982,16.478634&spn=0.001988,0.006866&z=18&iwloc=addr">beach</a> a few times. fun! fun! fun!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKLdzduSEiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/imYm3xCTNNs/s1600-h/DSC_3055.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKLdzduSEiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/imYm3xCTNNs/s320/DSC_3055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233989593179755042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">on our way to sarajevo, we stopped in mostar (bosnia and herzegovina) for lunch. beautiful town, beautiful landscape, but bosnia definitely needs more highways.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKLe02wrL4I/AAAAAAAAAck/-WDOkpSUV-g/s1600-h/DSC_2989.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKLe02wrL4I/AAAAAAAAAck/-WDOkpSUV-g/s320/DSC_2989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233990716592172930" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">in sarajevo (bosnia and herzegovina) we spent some time with our missionary friends, <a href="http://mezgermemo.wordpress.com/">the mezgers</a>. we love you mezgers, you are much fun and we treasure your friendship :) when in bosnia, you must have burek or čevapi - we, of course, had both :)<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKLbF9w5sCI/AAAAAAAAAb8/v0-HNDAu3PI/s1600-h/DSC_3268.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKLbF9w5sCI/AAAAAAAAAb8/v0-HNDAu3PI/s320/DSC_3268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233986612483436578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">after sarajevo we stopped to see <a href="http://thenemeths.wordpress.com/">laci and keri</a> in vukovar (croatia) and spent some time talking about everything and nothing. it was one of those sweet conversations that had no major topics, but it was very satisfying and encouraging. we hope laci and keri feel the same way - altough they did not even mention it on their blog that they had visitors :(<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKLc7PsoIHI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bJEmSlGq0jo/s1600-h/DSC_3330.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKLc7PsoIHI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bJEmSlGq0jo/s320/DSC_3330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233988627342041202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">during our entire trip:<br /></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>nina threw up twice,</li><li>we slept in five different beds,</li><li>we had one flat tire,<br /></li><li>we spent $239 on fuel,</li><li>we went through 27 tunnels,<br /></li><li>and we had to show our passports about ten times. border guard #7 informed me that my passport was so full with stamps that i had to get a new one before traveling again - thankfully, i was able to acquire one within 48 hours (for further details read <a href="http://horvat-kavai.blogspot.com/2008/08/theburekconnection.html">this</a> post).</li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKLX28GlBAI/AAAAAAAAAb0/jnPezzgwI5Q/s1600-h/passport.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKLX28GlBAI/AAAAAAAAAb0/jnPezzgwI5Q/s320/passport.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233983055804564482" border="0" /></a>the leprosy passport (as we call it),<br />since you get very special treatment<br />(read, you are treated as a leper)<br />every time you board a plane<br />or try to cross a border<br />bearing one of these passports<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">in serbia we visited our parents, spent time with family, consumed enormous amounts of junk-food and nina further developed her love for furry four-legged animals and dirt :)<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKLbGBTUoWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Q3niPRmi_lQ/s1600-h/DSC_3277.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SKLbGBTUoWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Q3niPRmi_lQ/s320/DSC_3277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233986613433114978" border="0" /></a>.arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-16660406560371153752008-08-08T12:42:00.004+02:002008-08-08T13:06:36.257+02:00.dorkhood.According to online resources a <span style="font-style: italic;">dork</span> is a term used to:<br /><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>describe someone who has <span style="font-style: italic;">unusual interests</span> and is, at times, silly,</li><li>refer to someone who <span style="font-style: italic;">acts on his own motives without caring about his peers' opinions.</span></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;">We know people who are <span style="font-style: italic;">milk dorks</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">coffee dorks</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">coke dorks</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">green dorks</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">wine dorks</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">beer dorks</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">gadget dorks</span>, etc. We also had a suspicion (which has now been undoubtedly confirmed) that Nina is a dog dork (taking after her maternal grandfather, who is the king of all dog dorks), since she breaks out in loud shrieking and shakes when she gets near one of these furry animals.<br /><br />Are you a dork? If so, let us know about your dorkhood.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SJwlFWJQwFI/AAAAAAAAAbk/G171F0yNF5Q/s1600-h/DSC_3242.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SJwlFWJQwFI/AAAAAAAAAbk/G171F0yNF5Q/s320/DSC_3242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232097640871673938" border="0" /></a>her royal dorkness in action<br /></div></div>.arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-74867326949239782662008-08-07T21:05:00.002+02:002008-08-07T21:33:52.347+02:00.the.burek.connection.<div style="text-align: justify;">Bureaucracy.<br /><br />It's a word that makes most people cringe and get a nut in their stomach. I personally start sweating, get a ball-size hardening in my stomach and lose my appetite upon finding out that I need to go to some government office and submit some papers in the hope of them giving me some other papers in return. There are, of course a few reasons for this. First of all, it is never easy. Even if it seems easy at first, things ALWAYS get more complicated than you thought was possible when you first set out. Even if you bring all the papers that they said on the phone you need to bring, once there, they will then inform you that there is indeed something else their uninformed colleague (<span style="font-style: italic;">Who told you such a thing?</span>) forgot to mention to you. Secondly, the lines are always long. And in those lines, EVERYONE is frustrated, because nobody likes standing in lines. And thirdly, because most of the people working in these kinds of offices are bitter, unfriendly, rude and short with the customers. They treat you like you came there with the purpose of ruining their day.<br />So when, upon arriving to the last leg of our vacation (Subotica, our hometown) this morning, we found out that we need to go to such an office urgently, neither of us was particularly happy. Especially because we found out that the paper we needed takes a week to arrive, and we need it in 3 days, because we need to get back to Vajta.<br /><br />So we had a quick family pow-wow. There is just no way to get this in 3 days. And then my mom remembered that she knows someone, who knows someone, who knows someone ... you know. A few phone calls later, we had a clean passage to THE GUY. (I must mention here that this particular guy has been in his place for many years and is famously rude and mean to people and that he has been rude to me before, which made me dread going again even more.)<br />Did we have to bribe him? Oh, no! The friend who knows someone who knows someone did ... And this reminded me of the fact that this is how so many things in the Balkan countries are done. If you know the right people, you can get what you need. Sometimes the bribes are monetary, and I wondered what the scoop was with this one. Upon arriving home, I found out. The person my mom knows is a baker. My parents helped him with something YEARS AGO, and he still feels indebted to them. Since then, he has become successful and has built relationships with important people. One of the ways he does this, is providing free baked goods for breakfast to the employees in key offices. So what do these people do in return for free pastries and burek a few times a week? Speed up the bureaucratic process for OUR paperwork because our friend gave him a call! I find that amazing. Actually, it cracks me up. Only in the Balkans.<br />Yes, there are people who will only be bribed with money, but for some - a burek or two will do it.<br /><br />p.s. In case you are new to this blog, and don't know what burek is, click <a href="http://horvat-kavai.blogspot.com/2008/04/sarajevopt4.html">here</a>.<br /></div>.andi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05890801710386971257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-42219620123606146242008-08-06T21:06:00.003+02:002008-08-06T21:15:24.410+02:00.old.glory.<div style="text-align: justify;">We went to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Igman">Igman</a> yesterday, one of the locations of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1984_Winter_Olympics">XIV Olympic Winter Games</a> held in Sarajevo in 1984. Only few of the sites are used today, some of the sites were destroyed during the war - maybe beyond repair.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SJn2yl3bLQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Tbt5tjLW18U/s1600-h/DSC_3171.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SJn2yl3bLQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Tbt5tjLW18U/s320/DSC_3171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231483791186013442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SJn2yu2cOVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-pzde2Eflgk/s1600-h/DSC_3180.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SJn2yu2cOVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-pzde2Eflgk/s320/DSC_3180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231483793597806930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SJn2y93g2uI/AAAAAAAAAIg/j3ndMp7JBKc/s1600-h/DSC_3181.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SJn2y93g2uI/AAAAAAAAAIg/j3ndMp7JBKc/s320/DSC_3181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231483797628836578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SJn2y99tz_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/nn4hfwY4iEg/s1600-h/DSC_3187.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJAJ7jtKVUQ/SJn2y99tz_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/nn4hfwY4iEg/s320/DSC_3187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231483797654851570" border="0" /></a>.andi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05890801710386971257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-15884164019159567082008-08-06T20:02:00.003+02:002008-08-06T20:05:25.690+02:00.en.route.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SJnnWe0kQeI/AAAAAAAAAbc/guaGPRwNJ0Q/s1600-h/DSC_3130.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SJnnWe0kQeI/AAAAAAAAAbc/guaGPRwNJ0Q/s320/DSC_3130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231466815584223714" border="0" /></a>we <span style="font-style: italic;">had to</span> stop in mostar to see the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stari_Most">old bridge</a><br /></div>.arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-47969094127844981852008-08-03T22:19:00.004+02:002008-08-03T22:31:58.611+02:00.ćao.more.<div style="text-align: justify;">We said <span style="font-style: italic;">good-bye</span> to the sea today - something we always do when leaving the coast. We are leaving to go to Sarajevo (Bosnia) early tomorrow morning via Mostar on very curvy Balkan roads - God help us!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SJYTabZ3NsI/AAAAAAAAAbE/qTYkpRZEnBA/s1600-h/DSC_3043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SJYTabZ3NsI/AAAAAAAAAbE/qTYkpRZEnBA/s320/DSC_3043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230389361991169730" border="0" /></a>one last look at the waves<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SJYTapsZevI/AAAAAAAAAbM/hrQKcr4OnYU/s1600-h/DSC_3065.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SJYTapsZevI/AAAAAAAAAbM/hrQKcr4OnYU/s320/DSC_3065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230389365827009266" border="0" /></a>when on the beach<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SJYTcIOde0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/6pv9hueL2SY/s1600-h/DSC_3084.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SJYTcIOde0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/6pv9hueL2SY/s320/DSC_3084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230389391202810690" border="0" /></a>the love of the game<br /></div>.arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-32376239382910078032008-08-01T20:47:00.005+02:002008-08-01T21:36:25.710+02:00.in.her.shoes.<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">We are visiting our friends (<a href="http://www.ccofsplit.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=17&Itemid=38">Tim, Grace, Thomas and Mila Warholic</a>) in Split, Croatia. Today we went for a walk in <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&geocode=&q=43.501255+16.427&ie=UTF8&ll=43.50185,16.426331&spn=0.003977,0.013733&t=k&z=17">Sustipanski Park</a>, <span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> of us walked.<br /><br />Nina took her first steps barely a week ago, but by now she rarely lets us carry her, or put her in her stroller. She wants to walk, so be it.<br /><br /></div><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5c4493b6ea9fecba" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAAPEbdexZYqODP9Nt5kZfcH2QaNoIWr_Az-72AQtbwTgif4cjTSiKjG34TlcZEAoaZyjLuR9L7ifcj6EJ0HYDbXcsrd54s14RznjDA5_juiF07259hyKD4LTRY-1ap6RSHGQpl4H1z9ROWZLw9bf04_ryGvHvsmY2rUADURKu4wSwHc-pzOBnAmkJtqs-hVJXkqVsVIe42FFChsxTgd9DX9jZGboZ7vr-MGworb5WOTwk%26sigh%3D2TJtI6QLIztr6Qe-TNFgqd4IGBQ%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&nogvlm=1&thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c4493b6ea9fecba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DJk_Q2K2PeA0NxEOL2gn0sr2Z4sI&messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAAPEbdexZYqODP9Nt5kZfcH2QaNoIWr_Az-72AQtbwTgif4cjTSiKjG34TlcZEAoaZyjLuR9L7ifcj6EJ0HYDbXcsrd54s14RznjDA5_juiF07259hyKD4LTRY-1ap6RSHGQpl4H1z9ROWZLw9bf04_ryGvHvsmY2rUADURKu4wSwHc-pzOBnAmkJtqs-hVJXkqVsVIe42FFChsxTgd9DX9jZGboZ7vr-MGworb5WOTwk%26sigh%3D2TJtI6QLIztr6Qe-TNFgqd4IGBQ%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&nogvlm=1&thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c4493b6ea9fecba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DJk_Q2K2PeA0NxEOL2gn0sr2Z4sI&messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>.arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-6646667177369769212008-07-31T22:32:00.004+02:002008-08-01T21:36:07.868+02:00.when.on.the.beach.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SJIhenUpEQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/GgAGr0yeMhg/s1600-h/DSC_2789.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SJIhenUpEQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/GgAGr0yeMhg/s320/DSC_2789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229278927165919490" border="0" /></a>oshkosh swimsuit model :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SJIhe6b0i_I/AAAAAAAAAa8/_6-qhph53YE/s1600-h/DSC_28122.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SJIhe6b0i_I/AAAAAAAAAa8/_6-qhph53YE/s320/DSC_28122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229278932296305650" border="0" /></a><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&geocode=&q=setaliste+ivana+pavla,+split,+croatia&sll=37.0625,-95.677068&sspn=35.547176,79.101563&ie=UTF8&t=h&ll=43.501982,16.478634&spn=0.001988,0.006866&z=18&iwloc=addr">žnjan</a> (split) croatia, summer 2008<br /></div>.arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-8292967848330396462008-07-29T07:27:00.003+02:002008-07-29T07:35:23.612+02:00.she.is.cute.and.she.knows.it.<div style="text-align: justify;">I think Nina started a purposeful use of her feminine charms. I took this picture yesterday (<a href="http://goodmorningsarajevo.wordpress.com/">Kenz</a> touched it up) and I am more in love with Nina than ever, so her feminine charms work on me :)<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SI6qteqyayI/AAAAAAAAAas/tME4___2BTE/s1600-h/nina.cute_small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SI6qteqyayI/AAAAAAAAAas/tME4___2BTE/s320/nina.cute_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228303915727088418" border="0" /></a>.arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-17335464679158681042008-07-28T06:56:00.005+02:002008-07-28T07:50:19.610+02:00.on.sleeping.<div style="text-align: justify;">Many things change when you become a parent. We were aware of that while expecting Nina. There is one thing however, that nobody warned us about, and that is that sleep becomes a luxury when you have a baby in the house. We actually have no reason to complain - really - as Nina started sleeping through the night when she was 9 weeks old, so I have been getting at least 6 hours of sleep every night since then, sometimes more. Mostly uninterrupted, actually. Of course, only that little because once she goes down for the night, around 7.30PM, that's when I start doing stuff (cleaning, ironing, reading, getting STUFF done).<br /><br />The problem is, little missy wakes up at 6AM every day. Like clockwork. We've recently been trying to move that to 7AM, but with little luck. Amazingly enough, there were two mornings last week when she DID sleep until 7AM. Oh, how happy we were! But it didn't last long, she quickly remedied the situation and now we are back to 6AM.<br /><br />I am not complaining. Really. The one problem we have is that both Arpi and I LOVE sleeping. And we both need our sleep. So we are trying to work out a solution to this, mostly by taking turns getting up with her.<br /><br />On the other hand, I am discovering more and more that there is only one option. Give up the luxury of 7-8 hours of sleep and get used to, accept and EMBRACE that if you want to get as much stuff done as you do, you will just have to do it on less sleep. Get over it, Andi! Really.<br />It is doable, I know it, because I have done it before, but oh, my flesh fights it like crazy. I want to win this fight, I really do, so here is what I am going to keep reminding myself of in the future, when I KNOW I need to get up, and just feel like I can't:<br /><br />"Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed [is] willing, but the flesh [is] weak." Matthew 26:41<br /><br />Oh, so true! Once again, Jesus knew what He was talking about. No surprise there.</div>.andi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05890801710386971257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-29265575000301411012008-07-23T20:12:00.002+02:002008-07-23T20:24:12.696+02:00.balancing.act.<div style="text-align: justify;">All of a sudden Nina let go of the couch and, to much of our surprise, started walking towards the table. She is full of surprises :)<br /><br />Although she walks now, it is still a rare occasion that she does it, so we did not manage to make a video of her walking yet. Until then, here is a short video of the balancing act she performs while standing in her chair.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ce9dd1823b0083c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAHZQAKfu6jF-JfdYz_38VlixAPJM4ETaKNqivDy3tgYo8wtd5A7eRgO2roSGbiKrNudHQlm0xWssZ6jRzPBV4ikvFesoQc7pULZ52Djm80m03YPVprOgjLBTwwBFH-NQh_6Rx2B0X3XrB4oMVBA5bQ7ZV2MQHbDh9rosDHUiSdEHETclI5ovwn4p4peFtl6QiP41EzO3SB8rNdyxAse6EpaduP39GeEmxLaH0bF-ySDx%26sigh%3D68Z7hYWs-_GdVPgVX65u4D4OCu8%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&nogvlm=1&thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dce9dd1823b0083c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DSn9sFTfusr-ZABcMU77E2c-BHdY&messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAHZQAKfu6jF-JfdYz_38VlixAPJM4ETaKNqivDy3tgYo8wtd5A7eRgO2roSGbiKrNudHQlm0xWssZ6jRzPBV4ikvFesoQc7pULZ52Djm80m03YPVprOgjLBTwwBFH-NQh_6Rx2B0X3XrB4oMVBA5bQ7ZV2MQHbDh9rosDHUiSdEHETclI5ovwn4p4peFtl6QiP41EzO3SB8rNdyxAse6EpaduP39GeEmxLaH0bF-ySDx%26sigh%3D68Z7hYWs-_GdVPgVX65u4D4OCu8%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&nogvlm=1&thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dce9dd1823b0083c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DSn9sFTfusr-ZABcMU77E2c-BHdY&messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>.arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-46143715498255267882008-07-22T07:28:00.007+02:002008-07-22T16:08:45.525+02:00.one.fine.day.Although this is not a blog about politics, I must share that we woke up to great news this morning. Something we've been waiting for for 12 years, has finally happened:<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />After being in hiding for 12 years, the former leader of the Bosnian Serbs, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radovan_Karad%C5%BEi%C4%87">Radovan Karadžić</a> was arrested in Belgrade and will be extradited to the International War Crimes Tribunal in the Hague! Praise God!<br /><br />This man has caused countless people's suffering for many years, here's what the official charges against him are:<br /><ul><li>Fifteen counts of genocide, war crimes, crimes against humanity and other atrocities</li><li>Charged for the killing of some 12,000 civilians during the siege of Sarajevo</li><li>Allegedly organised the massacre of at least 7,500 Muslim men and youths in Srebrenica</li><li>Targeted Bosnian Muslim and Croat political leaders, intellectuals and professionals</li><li>Unlawfully deported and transferred civilians because of national or religious identity</li><li>Destroyed homes, businesses and sacred sites</li></ul>Read more about it <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/7518543.stm">here</a>.<br /><br />Update: Radovan Karadžić lived under the pseudonym Dragan Dabić and worked in the field of alternative medicine in Belgrade. Nobody (not even his employer or his landlord) knew who he really was, since he looks so much different. Here is a picture, the transformation is quite amazing.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SIXpK2dh9CI/AAAAAAAAAak/NapNWQ8iAV4/s1600-h/karadzic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SIXpK2dh9CI/AAAAAAAAAak/NapNWQ8iAV4/s320/karadzic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225839315260666914" border="0" /></a>Radovan Karadžić (1996) "and" Dragan Dabić (2008)<br /></div></div>.andi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05890801710386971257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-22760330038551990302008-07-21T10:07:00.003+02:002008-07-21T11:55:34.213+02:00.let.the.game.begin.<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">We are going to travel to Croatia in a week to visit with our friends in Split. We will mostly hang out with them, talk about the Lord, parenthood, and ministry, but I am sure we will make it to the beach as well.<br /><br />While in foreign countries, but especially while on the beach, Andi and I always play an exciting game (exciting for us, at least). To both of our astonishment we discovered on our honeymoon in Tunisia that we are both playing the same exact game of guessing. This exciting game of guessing consists of spotting a tourist and then guessing which country they are from, and then, somehow, finding out whether we were right or wrong.<br /><br />There are a few signs that give away the identity of any tourist, such as:<br /><ul><li>socks and birkenstocks - definitely German</li><li>loud with a fanny pack - definitely American</li><li>bright and unnatural hair color and slutty clothing - definitely Eastern European</li><li>sitting in the most expensive restaurant and talking quite loudly - definitely Serbian</li></ul>We will keep you updated concerning our success rate this summer.<br /><br />Until then, here is a photograph of a babe in a bathing suit.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SIRD9zGXcgI/AAAAAAAAAac/HoF2bFBtS0g/s1600-h/DSC_2628.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SIRD9zGXcgI/AAAAAAAAAac/HoF2bFBtS0g/s320/DSC_2628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225376196624609794" border="0" /></a>Biker angel of a different kind :)<br /></div>.arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20027413.post-65098040566062589572008-07-19T19:47:00.003+02:002008-07-19T19:58:29.229+02:00.gourmand.According to the linguists at <a href="http://wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn?o2=&o0=1&o7=&o5=&o1=1&o6=&o4=&o3=&s=gourmand">Princeton</a>, a gourmand is a connoisseur of fine food and drink, often to excess. Do you think she may be one?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SIIqAfdWeDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/BCRCGFLgYR4/s1600-h/DSC_2658.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PUlbzvhuPFo/SIIqAfdWeDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/BCRCGFLgYR4/s320/DSC_2658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224784705636169778" border="0" /></a>.arpi.horvat-kavai.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360592338113856534noreply@blogger.com