(top picture is of this rotten milk we left out in view of the field we were camped in, the milk which later larsen peed in when he was drunk. next is larsen, known to his friends as "lazy" or something sounding quite like it. below that is the great food we had, and a picture of the road just where we got stuck, then a picture of the tractor that had to pull us out, then a picture of the camper, stuck between a pile of rocks and a guard rail)
What a pleasant surprise Slovenia is. It is a hidden jewel of Europe. It is a very small country next to Italy, and above Croatia. If I remember correctly, it is the setting for the movie Hostel. Well, it is nothing like the movie. I am almost mad at that movie for portraying such a beautiful place in a creepy light.
We went to these HUGE caves (Park Skocjanske), and it was one of the coolest places I have ever been. Astoundingly so. Indiana Jones, for real. The landscape of where we are bears a striking resemblance to upstate New York. Like the Catskills or the Adirondacks.
After the camper got stuck going down a hill, wedged between rocks and a guard rail, we had to have a farmer pull us out with a tractor. It was silly, and a one of a kind moment. We are camping at an amazing place. Next to a tiny waterfall, river, in a field of tiny purple wildflowers, amidst a mountain. Yeah, it is so amazing I must write a specific entry about this spot, as free advertising to the lady who owns the place. I used her internet (which is how I found out about my Uncle Brian's death), and her husband had just harvested some of their favorite mushrooms. She invited me to eat the mushrooms in eggs and onions, and drink beer. It was great. So yeah, entry will be a little travel review piece as thanks for it her being so nice and it being so beautiful here. Plus, I notice she does arts&crafts.
I brought this blowup tube and sat in the river, just under the tiny waterfall that is next to where we were camped. I ate pretzels and read this non-fiction book I bought in Tuscany about a serial killer in the villages surrounding Florence. I am done with that book now (The Monster of Florence)... it was long and good. I have one more- The Bonfire of the Vanities, that will hopefully last me through my remaining time. If there was no such thing as internet tv and arts&crafts, there would be nothing left for me to do in Philadelphia. We used this pink canoe on the river. We also had the best dinner.... some sort of meat (pork, maybe, oh my favorite!) with some sort of baconish thing on top, then cheese on top, with tomato stuff all up in it. And, saffron mushroom risotto. Larsen made the former and Prisco made the latter, and they were both AMAZING. Oh, by the way, the wine made in Slovenia is not as bad as I expected at all. It is totally drinkable.
To end the night, another game of Risk was played. The first time I played with these people, I almost won. I held the power for much of the game. But on this evening, Lady Luck was not so kind. So I drank a 2 euro bottle of brut, and gave up. Then, as the game was winding down, we all did our fire stuff in the field. It was great. Rahel, who had just tried the firehoop a week or two ago, is getting less afraid and better acquainted. She was particularly fabulous while James Brown was playing. Although I sort of thought we would have been doing fireshows on the street while I was on this trip, we have not, and I am ok with that, as I am having a ball.
We went to these HUGE caves (Park Skocjanske), and it was one of the coolest places I have ever been. Astoundingly so. Indiana Jones, for real. The landscape of where we are bears a striking resemblance to upstate New York. Like the Catskills or the Adirondacks.
After the camper got stuck going down a hill, wedged between rocks and a guard rail, we had to have a farmer pull us out with a tractor. It was silly, and a one of a kind moment. We are camping at an amazing place. Next to a tiny waterfall, river, in a field of tiny purple wildflowers, amidst a mountain. Yeah, it is so amazing I must write a specific entry about this spot, as free advertising to the lady who owns the place. I used her internet (which is how I found out about my Uncle Brian's death), and her husband had just harvested some of their favorite mushrooms. She invited me to eat the mushrooms in eggs and onions, and drink beer. It was great. So yeah, entry will be a little travel review piece as thanks for it her being so nice and it being so beautiful here. Plus, I notice she does arts&crafts.
I brought this blowup tube and sat in the river, just under the tiny waterfall that is next to where we were camped. I ate pretzels and read this non-fiction book I bought in Tuscany about a serial killer in the villages surrounding Florence. I am done with that book now (The Monster of Florence)... it was long and good. I have one more- The Bonfire of the Vanities, that will hopefully last me through my remaining time. If there was no such thing as internet tv and arts&crafts, there would be nothing left for me to do in Philadelphia. We used this pink canoe on the river. We also had the best dinner.... some sort of meat (pork, maybe, oh my favorite!) with some sort of baconish thing on top, then cheese on top, with tomato stuff all up in it. And, saffron mushroom risotto. Larsen made the former and Prisco made the latter, and they were both AMAZING. Oh, by the way, the wine made in Slovenia is not as bad as I expected at all. It is totally drinkable.
To end the night, another game of Risk was played. The first time I played with these people, I almost won. I held the power for much of the game. But on this evening, Lady Luck was not so kind. So I drank a 2 euro bottle of brut, and gave up. Then, as the game was winding down, we all did our fire stuff in the field. It was great. Rahel, who had just tried the firehoop a week or two ago, is getting less afraid and better acquainted. She was particularly fabulous while James Brown was playing. Although I sort of thought we would have been doing fireshows on the street while I was on this trip, we have not, and I am ok with that, as I am having a ball.
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