Slovenia-where reality feels like a dream and fantasies are lived on lone benches sitting on cliff tops, overlooking lakes surrounded by lofty mountains, their peaks glowing in the light of glorious sunshine.
The alluring natural beauty of Slovenia led me to spend another night at the London Stanstead airport before an early morning flight out to the capital city of Ljubljana (try pronouncing it right ;)). Not long had gone by before my feet started hurting and I cuddled against my backpack for a little more warmth. Personally I hate wearing boots. In another season I would have comfortably hiked in my slip ons, but end of March still felt unbearably cold. The thing is, I can never get my pair right. Even the so claimed 'good-ones' give my toes an ache. But as I tried to recall which among the 3 pairs that I own gave me best comfort, I could barely recreate the awful hurt in my toes. Instead flashes of my past adventures filled my mind. A smile crept on my lips, unmindful of the hurting toes that were ready to wriggle free, once again.
On my last visit to Slovenia, I arrived in the capital by the night bus from Munich (Germany). The mere few hours that I spent in the country, chilling by Lake Bled convinced to come back for a longer visit.
Flying into Slovenia offerred unrivalled views of the Julian alps, just what I needed to tend to the fatigue from a sleepless night. So immediately after disembarking and customs, I hopped onto a public bus, to visit the Kamnik Savinja alps, where some of the oldest settlements of Slovenia lie.
Even the 10 minute nature walk to the jezero (lake) wasn't too easy along a snow-covered trail, but totally worth it. Don't you think?