It was a family tradition to bring home a bottle of liqueur from foreign shores.
But my parents” drinks trolly seriously lacked a bottle of Croatian Orahovaca.
Sure we had Dubonnet from thr Riviera The Boat D’Azur and https://www.google.ie/amp/s/us.france.fr/en/news/article/about-atout-france-0/amp made for a competition in 1846.
To provide the French Foreign Legion to take quinine to combat malaria.
And ouzo from Greece My Greek odyssey https://athensattica.com and Aperol in Padova https://www.google.ie/amp/s/jimmurtytraveltraveltravel.com/2019/09/15/padova-city-of-frescoes/amp/ to name just a few.
But while we’ve all ventured through the Balkans on the other side of the Adriatic nobody dipped a toe in Bosnia-Herzegovina.
Until I visited Our Lady and Medjugorje where they’re all Croatians, with Marian Pilgrimages https://marian.ie and https://www.google.ie/amp/s/www.thesun.ie/travel/5132756/a-pilgrims-progress-in-medjugorje/amp/.
Now Medjugorje is many things other than a site to Mary… who am I kidding, it’s all about Our Lady.
But trawl the stalls and you’ll find some treasures other than the holy water and Virgin Mary that will get you into Heaven.
Such as Orahovaca which a Balkan trader up by the bus station in Medjugorje was showcasing.
I’ve been to a few wine-tastings in function rooms of hotels, so testing Maria’s samples from plastic cups was a different experience altogether.
But it was worth it and got the thumbs-up from the Scary One and Daddy’s Little Girl when I finally broke open the bottle yesterday.
We adapted the sweet walnut drink by having it on the rocks which meant we drank more.
But at about a fiver I can always stock up the next time I’m out there.
And at the end of it all we all felt filled with wholly spirit.