<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>washingtonpost.com - Slovak Republic</title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/travel/archive/abroad/europe/slovakrepublic?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/slovakrepublic</link><description>Slovak Republic</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>15</ttl><image><title>washingtonpost.com</title><width>140</width><height>20</height><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com</link><url>http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/hp/image/wp_web.gif</url></image><item><title><![CDATA[SLOVAKIA: Feel the Ooze: Thermal Spas, Mud and More]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A47372-2005Mar18.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/slovakrepublic</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A47372-2005Mar18.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/slovakrepublic</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 11:21:51 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[I started my first afternoon in Slovakia blanketed in mature homogenized sediment, otherwise known as mud. Jan, a white-jacketed attendant, spread the 113-degree, buttery substance on a bed and motioned for me to lie down. I slid in, teeth firmly gritted, as Jan slathered on more mud and wrapped me mummy-style in sheets. <em>"Das ist sehr gut," </em>he said in German, telling me that all was well.]]></description><author> Gary Lee</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Slovak Republic]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A52327-2002Jun14.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/slovakrepublic</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A52327-2002Jun14.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/europe/slovakrepublic</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 11:21:51 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[A HYDROFOIL   carried me east on the Danube into a corner of Europe magically frozen in an era when a lady didn't dare set foot in the opera without a plumed hat, the neighbors made a mental note whenever you missed church, and summer meant retreating to a mountain spa and covering your face in mud.]]></description><author> Gary Lee</author></item></channel></rss>