Zakaj Slovensko?
"Zakaj Slovensko?" Why Slovenian? I learned my first Slovenian words from my grandma Olga in 1970. “Jaz sem Kim. Stara sem osem let.” I am Kim. I am 8 years old. I wrote this in a small spiral bound notepad with a red ballpoint retractable pen that grandma had given me just for this purpose. We were preparing to fly to Slovenia from our home in southern California. As far as I know, no one from our American family had returned to the old country since immigrating more than sixty years earlier. When grandma decided to go back to Slovenia to attempt to resolve some family business, she asked our parents if she could take one of us grandkids along. My sisters and I drew straws to determine who would get to go. My middle sister drew the long straw. Rats! I was so disappointed. I had already learned to love travel and navigation on various family excursions throughout California, Arizona and Mexico, and I really wanted to go on this trip. But very soon, my sister admitted...