Romancing Italy

Since coming back from the States in February, it seems life has picked up pace consistently over the months, May being the most hectic. June let up a bit and July has finally wound down to practically zero. The holidays are coming along. I decided to take a trip before our annual Calabrian jaunt. I wanted to get away from the daily routine, the weather, the language...the norm.

I like the feel of being in a foreign country finding my way around. So I decided to go to Slovenia, close enough but foreign enough to take care of this itch. (As a short side note, I found a lastminute ticket to Turkey and bought it through the website to leave the next day. At the AIRPORT, I was told the ticket was not paid for and I would have to pay for the ticket at the airline counter. The cost of the ticket alone cost more than the whole trip with hotel. I decided to cancel the trip and A drove all the way back to pick me up again)

I haven't downloaded photos yet, but just wanted to note one thing. My first stop in Slovenia, at the coast, the furthest from Italy, I was sitting in the dining room, on a rainy evening, listening to at least four families chatting away in their native Italian. The next morning I was back on my motorbike and headed way inland. I am now in Kamnik and am surrounded by the white noise of a foreign language and I love it.