I am sick with a mystery illness that has knocked me out. Except, as every mother with young children knows, you are not allowed to be knocked out by illness unless you are in the hospital. So, with bronchitis, laryngitis, and a horrible case of writer’s block, I’ve been limping along. The best I can manage, after doing the computer version of crumpling up a page and tossing it in the trash several times, is a synopsis of our visit to Slovenia and Croatia. Hopefully the pictures tell the story better than I can.
Slovenia’s Lake Bled is the color of Cool Mint Listerine and feels like a set from The Sound Of Music, Austria being a long stone’s throw over a mountain range.
A one thousand year old castle tops the town, from which it is possible to take a one thousand foot fall from the low stone walls surrounding it. But, as is often the case during adventure travel, a lakeside park where a miniature Slovenian horse stood saddled up for kiddie rides proved much more dangerous.
“Mommy!” Ado yelled, “Can I pet the widdle horsey?”
“Sure,” I said, reaching for my camera, “but don’t walk behind him!” I was in the process of changing lenses to capture what was sure to be a Currier and Ives moment when Ado let out a scream. I turned to see him nose to nose with my little pony, tears streaming down his face. That small, snotty Slovenian horse had bit my baby—hard—right on the collarbone.
The people we met were wonderful, including the owners of the Pension Lectar in Radovljica where we stayed. They had two sets of twins, lovely kids who help run the family business, which proves God has a wicked sense of humor.
We said goodbye to Slovenia, wishing we had another week to explore its unique offerings, and then blew through tunnel after long tunnel toward Croatia. There is never enough time in a day, a month, a year, or even a lifetime to see everything the world has to offer. This thought makes me a little sad.
Coming up in my next post… Dubrovnik, the world’s busiest ghost town!