My wife also explained that under no circumstances would we be
joining in with this tradition and that she would be making herself
scarce come Easter. Although I must confess I liked the idea of
lots of women serving me with schnapps and chocolate, I did think
that beating women with a willow branch and soaking them to the
skin with water a bit much, and so agreed that we would go away
somewhere for the Easter week-end.
Easter came so early this year, that it was suddenly upon us before
we knew what was what. We still hadn't made any definite plans to
go away for the weekend by the middle of March, so by and by I convinced
my wife that we should spend Easter with her parents. Eventually
she agreed and even said that I could join in the Easter Monday
traditions, on the strict understanding that on no account was she
to get wet.
Spring had well and truly arrived by Easter Saturday in Slovakia.
The sun was shining brightly and we enjoyed a lovely weekend, which
included long walks, cooking gulas over an open fire, and basking
in the unexpected sunshine. On Sunday afternoon, Ria and her mum
made cakes and decorated eggs, in preparation for the next day.