I befriended a group of Slovinians a few months back at a picnic for international students.  Out of the blue I got a call this morning inviting me to lunch.  It turns out that someone went to Phoenix (for those that don't know there is a HUGE number of FYR people there) and brought back food to include Kras cookies, Bar Cafe coffee, and Cockta soda.  So there we all were huddled up in a Motel 6 sized room enjoying these finds.  And as is typical, lunch took 3 hours.  The guy that invited me said he knew I was a real Bosanka when I said I needed an hour to get ready and showed up in matching athletic wear looking completely put together.