Last night, we stayed at another place in Slovenia. Bjorn made quite the entrance. He pretty much slightly crashed the camper, with ease, into part of a house or porch or something... the town cop´s house as it turned out. The cop, who does not speak English or German, told the lady who owned the camp place to tell him he was a bad driver. Bjorn agreed, and then the matter was resolved.
The place was a family farm with a bit of a camping area. The lady who we dealt with spoke great English, and had the stature and haircut of a rotund 13 year-old boy, but when I saw her face I must say had beautiful features. Strange (cause at first I thought she was a boy, but it turned out she was a short, hefty, beautiful woman). There was a barn, some houses, fields, mountains, and... this tiny white creepy church. I only call it creepy cause the setup of the place was a small family compound, not a village, yet there was a tiny white church. Or maybe it just had a cross on it for decoration. A quarter a mile away, there was a smaller white, new building with a cross on it (it was the size of a closet, whereas the first was the size of a room). If you have read my previous posts, you can gather an idea on my feelings of organized religion intertwined with politricks. There were 5 or 6 black cats, whom I loved (but the 4 I dealt with all had colds and sounded like sleeping fat kids when I pet them.)
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