Happy Birthday, Grammie! I hope you’re enjoying the festivities, and I wish I were there to celebrate with you. I love you.
It’s spring break this week, so I’m treating it as such. Not much to report other than progress on my research, I love the weather, and I plan on making egg salad sandwiches for a picnic tonight. In fact, the change of seasons is so clear that my previous image on my header, that of a wintery Lake Bled scene, was definitely feeling out of place. In its place goes a springtime image of boaters on Lake Bled.
To make up for my lack of posting, here are some additional photos from Lake Bled, taken during Kate’s and mine’s visit. Enjoy! Happy spring, and happy birthday to my wonderful and inspiring Grandmother!
Whew! I have had a exhausting two weeks. While my friend Abby was here, I was always either working on homework, in class, or hanging out with Abby. When we went to Vienna, we tried to cram in as much as we could, trying to keep ourselves busy and keep from missing home during the holidays. The old thought is true- being gone over the holidays really is a bit sad. Abby and I made the most of it, though, and had a great time.
Anyway, I am happy to be back in Slovenia. There’s no place like home, even a temporary one. I slept for ten hours last night, watched the Dr. Who Christmas Special, (a British TV show,) ate lunch with some friends still in town, bought an external hard drive to save all the photos I’ve taken, and read a SciFi novel. Tomorrow I’m going to Maribor, a town in the north, to visit a friend overnight. Dear lord, I can’t wait for school to start again…Don’t worry, I will backtrack and fill you on our adventures. I’m full of stories and thoughtful reflections. But for now, I’m still on “vacation.”
Merry-Post Christmas from Vienna:
And a nice view of part of Ljubljana for you, too, the photo of which was taken while Abby was visiting:
I went to Tuscany last weekend. We had a four-day weekend due to some sort of holiday that I’m a little fuzzy on, so I wasn’t even missing class or anything.
It was heaven on earth. Really, not to make you jealous, but Italy is one of those places that is so hyped up that you wonder if its really all that, and I’m sorry to say that it is. It is all that and a bag of chips.
I stayed in a small town outside of Florence, called Imprunenta. The countryside was humming with action (in a somewhat, er, relaxed Italian way,) as of we had arrived at the start of the olive harvest.
Mmm, delicious, fantastic cheap wine and delicious expensive olive oil….The little rotund old man which you see reclining there who sold us the wine and olive oil is actually a count. A real, live count. I contemplated proposing marriage to one of his sons (hey, one of them must be near my age, right?) but I figure an inheritance split ten ways wouldn’t go far. But in retrospect, maybe that doesn’t matter so much…Check out the view from this place in the photo below.
Not bad, right? The place that I stayed with my friends wasn’t so shabby, either:
This property had been in the hands of the same family since the seventieth century, and it looks like it will remain so for at least another generation. Although if they need some help, I’d be happy to step in. Any time.