I played this song for my adorable mother-in-law, and she danced to the music. After it was over she called the song Sexy Tractor with her thick Russian sounding accent. Tell me that’s not funny.
Check out our Sexy Yugoslavian Tractor!
My Sexy country boy and his country Papa heading out to fertilize the wheat and barley.
Trips to Vina will be more and more common as the weather improves. This week, I had a visit with the neighbors and later went back to take some pictures. I love the big barn with Corn hanging near the top. Dried gourds and old miners lanterns also decorate the upper levels of the barns sides.
Good ole boys down on the farm. Wonderful neighbors!
I still can’t get over how friendly some people are. Here in our village, I am always greeted with warmth. I love my village. Even the chickens and the geese come out to say “hello”.
The cows stay inside here in Serbia. I asked why and I was told because of the cold. It seems there is an excessive fear of the cold in this country. I feel kind of bad for the cows never getting to play in the grass. Even in the summer here they are kept inside. I think it is because the pastures are so far from the houses.
Village homes are clustered together in Serbia, The farm land is spread out all around the villages. It seams like a strange set up for someone from the States who is used to wide open spaces surrounding one farm house. Neighbors a mile or more away.
My farm-house in rural Pennsylvania was surrounded by the neighbor’s corn fields as far as the eye could see. When the corn was tall we couldn’t see the nearest house that was more than a quarter-mile away.
California Cheese commercials will give you an idea of what it is like for cows in the U.S. To be honest, I think they may have a better life. But I would have to do more research on that. Though, I doubt I will.
Dobar Dan Y’all
Chronicles of Serbia 
Just found your blog and am loving the looking into Serbian life! How idyllic!
Thanks Polly, Every place has it’s ups and downs. But it is a wonderful place to call home. 🙂
Great song, having a boogie round the kitchen in France to it! Poor cows 😦
Thanks, I think it’s funny, with a good beat. And his red neck accent cracks me up. How cool to think I inspired a little dancing in France! lol
reminds me of the old farming villages in Italy, when I was growing up. Looks very similar
Italy seems very similar from what I have seen and read. still, I can’t wait to get a chance to go to Italy.
things are changing fast. But you will still find villages and farms which look similar to the photos you’ve posted, although many have been done up to look better. Hardly any tourist venture there though… tourists stick to big cities, seaside or well-travelled routes.
You are so right that Yugos have a “thing” with the cold there…my ex was Bosnian–they would never EVER sleep with the windows open, even in a mild San Diego summer because of the “promeyer” (that’s how it sounded to me, not sure of the spelling) which I guess makes you sick. Instead it was better to sleep in an 80 degree room with on fresh air. *shrug*