Next up: Barcelona and Portugal! And ahem... Stockholm and Helsinki...
First things first: Poland did kick ass on the flying hill! W00t! Second, Slovenia is freakishly clean and quiet and proper and you'd THINK papper_docka and I wouldn't have fun in a place like that, but you'd think wrong. We managed to be both proper and ladylike and do a lot of sightseeing (but that's mostly because she's awesome and will tirelessly drive me anywhere) in three countries over three days, but also down Cuba Libres and dance the night away with intoxicated Slovenians and Norwegians. OK, so maybe not so much "the night away", but only until we realized they were ugly and we'd rather go home and stare at much hotter men on the internet, but you get the idea.
The mountains in Kranksa Gora are the kind that sprout from the ground in all their dramatic glory and would make for a great and cheaper-than-New-Zealand background for an epic non-Michael Bay blockbuster.
It actually looks even more breathtaking in non-postcard pictures, which you'll see when papper_docka uploads them (hopefully not exhausting herself in the process this time... oh wait... there's always other pictures available for a distraction to make the waiting sweeter... ;) )
We went to have dinner across the no longer existing border in Italy and had a very nice stroll through Trieste and DIVINE Italian ice cream that made us basically moan as we were walking down the street delighting in its creamy deliciousness. But what we also had was a laughing fit upon noticing the promotional strategy for Trieste. Somebody actually went out, took these pictures and slapped them on postcards so you can send them to your friends and coo about how cheerful and lovely Trieste is:
We actually took this one out, stood right in the middle of that beautiful piazza by the Adriatic and compared the palazzos there with the dimly lit Communist blocks they advertize and seriously... Trieste's slogan should be: TRIESTE- NOT AS FUGLY IN REALITY!
Our favorite has got to be this one though, for the sheer WTF factor of trying to guess what the dark blotched building that's supposed to be a tourist attraction is.
We actually enjoyed our Italian escapade and the city quite a lot, so I suppose the fact that it has the world's most LOL-worthy postcards only helped. But the ice cream... Mmmmmm... the ice cream.
THIS was waiting for us when we got back to Slovenia and the rest is basically... a blur for our fangirl brain.
I came to work straight from Vienna and I actually had to catch up with quite a lot of it, so I'm too zombified to collect my thoughts other than to once more say how much I love papper_docka and how when we're crazy old ladies with purple hair, we're still going to be like two peas in a pod, having more fun than I could imagine having with anyone and probably shamelessly checking out young men's butts on the streets of the world's capitals.