The forests lining the A4 highway connecting Varėna with Druskininkai are rich hunting grounds for 'shrooms - Lithuania is home to 1200 species, of which 380 are edible. The festival, however, is about more than mushrooms. It was also a celebration of Lithuanian folk culture, from clothing and crafts to traditional dishes:
Mushrooms, of course, were available for the hungry:
,,,but other goodies were also for sale. Sitting under a canopy of pine trees on a cool autumn afternoon, drinking beer, eating mushrooms, potato pancakes and sausages with sauerkraut, while listening to folk music, really brought home (to me, anyway) that we were well and truly in the Baltic region:
For Amber, however, the right atmosphere was far less important than going for a spin with her mother in a bumper car (bringing back memories of driving in Taiwan?)...:
...and getting in some serious snacking:
Shu-E, of course, couldn't pass up on the opportunity to bring home some mushrooms for later meals:
My daughter tried her hand at tossing the local version of a bean bag into the mouth of a gourd mounted on a pole. Success resulted in a free treat for dessert:
My wife worked the stalls before we left the festival, purchasing strawberries and dill (in addition to aforementioned mushrooms, of course):
We were back home in Vilnius by mid-afternoon, and went out for dinner at a nearby Thai restaurant. The ambiance of dining al fresco lent itself to some serious pondering of the meaning of it all:
After dinner, we walked down the road to Vingis Park, where there would be a fireworks show as part of an evening of music and other entertainment. Tickets to enter the amphitheater where the extravaganza was held cost €13.50 (€15 from scalpers in parked cars outside the entrances), so we hung around on the fringes (along with hundreds of others) to catch a free glimpse above the treetops. I'm hopeless when it comes to taking photos of fireworks, but this shot inadvertently turned out kind of interesting:
My video skills aren't much better:
Nor are my attempts at capturing the night lights of Vilnius (not that the city is ablaze with light at night. Hakodate 函館 or Hong Kong it ain't):
Sunday, of course, is a day of rest, at least for Shu-E. For Amber, unfortunately, it means being pried away from her desktop and/or iPad and forced to accompany her father on a tromp through the woods around the Hill of Three Crosses:
Checking out a shrine of some sort. It wasn't obviously Christian, but at the same time it wasn't clearly neo-pagan, either:
With autumn officially here, the leaves are beginning to change color. It'll be interesting to see how Lithuania compares in the fall foliage department with Japan and northern Virginia:
Admiring the views from the Hill of Three Crosses:
Walking through the woods away from the three crosses, we passed this ruined structure. It wouldn't have merited a second look, except for the sign (in Lithuanian and English) describing it as an example of Soviet "barbarism":
We crossed Olandų gatve, walked past a large funeral home and came across the very cemetery referenced in the sign above. Today it's just a large grassy meadow, with only a few gravestones and and an explanatory signboard giving any evidence as to what once lay beneath our feet (or are the bones still there?):
But Amber never lets European history bring her down. All that matters when you're ten years old is that there are selfies to be taken and Pokémon to be caught:
Which is how it should be...
