Then we pulled our cases through a thunderstorm, dodging cloudbursts and flinching away from lightning flashes (okay, that was just me) as best we could until we got to the station where we boarded a night train to Zagreb. Changed out of our damp street clothes and snuggled under the quilt, relieved there wasn't going to be anyone occupying the third bunk in our tiny compartment. Not the most solid sleep, but a romantic one, I think, the noisy rhythms of the train on the tracks and then its slowing into a station, the voices of new passengers finding their compartments, the start-up again as we move out of the station, the sinking-back into our pillows and dreams. . .
And waking to this . . . Slovenia. . .
Found our very charming little hotel/bed and breakfast where they had a room ready for us even though we were four hours ahead of check-in! Ah, the luxury of a shower after those hasty ablutions on the train.
A walk along a very long street, absorbing the sense of the city again. . .
This morning, Pater and I are packing up and picking up. Picking up a car, that is, for a drive along the coast. By the end of the day, we should be reunited with three of our four adult kids, our kids-in-law, and four of the grands. There will be food and a swimming pool and a sunset and a week ahead. . . Not sure how much I'll be blogging amidst all that, but I'll certainly be reading your comments.
Vidimo se uskoro . . . (which apparently means "See you soon" according to a Croatian Tutorial website I just found. Dottoressa, I think you taught me a better/other phrase, but I can't remember it. . .