23
Jun
After a series of frantic discussions in which we free-associated various changes to our travel itinerary (changes which included everything from catching a cheap flight to Istanbul to travelling to Venice to meet up with the English blokes we met in Budapest), Wendy and I decided to stick to the plan. It’s raining everywhere except Spain and Greece, so we figured — as all those self-help guides suggest — that we should just bring our own weather with us.
So, off we went to the tiny Slovenian town of Bled, named after the lake upon whose shores it rests. It remains unseasonably cold, but the place is as pictaresque as a postcard and the rain has slowed to a drizzle. It might even be dry by Thursday! We scored some reasonably-priced (for a country that’s on the €) private accommodation in some woman named Andrea’s villa and went off to explore the lakeside for a bit. Once there, we ran into some Irish girls we met in Ljubljana and were attacked by a hungry swan.
I’ve since conned Wendy into making dinner, and will likely spend the rest of the evening in bed reading Rick Moody’s The Diviners, a fantastic novel I picked up in Budapest.
-Luke
