Driving through Slovakia, we encountered at the outskirts of many small Roma villages a line of people holding baskets along the roadside. The contents, we discovered, were fresh-picked raspberries and blueberries. Unfortunately we didn’t have a bag to hold the handfuls of berries we would have liked to shovel out of the baskets, and we drove by wiping drool from the corners of our mouths. Arriving at our hotel in Slovensky Raj National Park late in the afternoon, my husband and I took a short walk and ended up in juicy, red paradise – a dense jungle of raspberry bushes reaching higher than my 6-foot tall husband. We walked the path through the jungle gobbling up the sweet, tender berries like bears storing up for winter. Heaven!