|Church of Uznesenje in Lukovdol|
For those of you new to this story, when I visited Croatia back in 2010, I found the people of this country to be warm, friendly and welcoming. From one end of the country to the other. Everywhere I went. Except one place. Lukovdol.
This is the small village from which my maternal grandfather and his family hailed. If you need the background story of my first visit to Lukovdol, you can click here and again here. We'll wait for you to read it.
This time I thought it would be different. I thought I had arranged with a distant relative still in Lukovdol to meet at least some of the local branch of the Grisnik Family (mother's side family). He told me to let him know the day before that we were coming. So I did. I heard nothing. Come to think, when I asked for his telephone number a month earlier, so we could call when we got closer, I got no response.
We decided to visit Lukovdol anyway. Given the serendipitous wonderfulness of our visit to Petrovina (father's side family), we thought that maybe it all would work out for us and we could reconnect with the branch of the family that stayed in the Old Country. Besides, Lukovdol is beautifully set in the mountains along the Croatian side of the Slovenian border. And that is worth seeing.
But nothing had changed from my last visit. Lukovdol is still Lukovdol.
|It only looks abandoned|
|Museum of Ivan Goran Kovacic|
|Sister (L) and Me (R)|