{"id":129,"date":"2009-09-27T15:51:15","date_gmt":"2009-09-27T19:51:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/cbracy\/?p=129"},"modified":"2009-09-27T15:57:01","modified_gmt":"2009-09-27T19:57:01","slug":"slovenia-part-one","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/cbracy\/2009\/09\/27\/slovenia-part-one\/","title":{"rendered":"Slovenia, Part One"},"content":{"rendered":"

Note: this was drafted with the intention of posting it from the trip, but, well, that didn’t happen. So just pretend this was a live blog…<\/p>\n

There\u2019s one significant plus to having a nomadic boyfriend, and that\u2019s that I have a really great excuse to visit some very cool places that I\u2019d otherwise never see. In July, we spent a week in rural Eastern Portugal, just a few minutes from the Spanish border. I regret not blogging about our time there b\/c it was magical and it\u2019d be nice to have a record, but we were operating under a pretty strict \u201cno internet\u201d policy that week.<\/p>\n

Come September, that whole offline thing is not really an option, so I figure I might as well make some notes about the place while we\u2019re here and online!<\/p>\n

I flew into Linz, Austria where David had just finished curating the Ars Electronica Symposium (very proud!). We spent three uneventful days there before heading down to Slovenia.<\/p>\n

Our destination was Trenta, Slovenia which is in the middle of Triglav National Park. Google Maps, my new arch nemesis, told us it would take us just under four hours. Well, they must not have accounted for the fact that a Fiat Panda doesn\u2019t do so well on the hairpin S-curve turns of the Vrsic Pass. Not to mention, road names\/numbers are not helpful when they\u2019re not marked as such. Luckily, there weren\u2019t many options to take a wrong turn (unless you wanted to plunge to your death off the side of an Alpine peak) so we made it to the farm where we are staying (a \u201ckemetija\u201d or \u201ctourist farm\u201d as they call it here) and met our hosts, Stanka and Marko.<\/p>\n

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Pri Plajerju, the first farm of the trip<\/p><\/div>\n

The farm is\u2026pretty farmy. It\u2019s a completely organic farm with all the food served here (we\u2019re doing breakfast and dinner) either homemade (and when I say homemade, I mean bread made from hand-milled flour) or local. My friends at La Vida Locavore would be very proud. Our apartment is literally in the hay loft, which we think is funny. There\u2019s a huge living\/dining\/kitchen area, and immaculate bathroom with a killer shower, and a gabled bedroom. The silence and darkness has been utterly blissful. We\u2019ve also made friends with the resident donkey, who we lovingly call (b\/c we can\u2019t pronounce his Slovenian name) Mr. Donkey.<\/p>\n

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Mr. Donkey<\/p><\/div>\n

Our first night here, we ate at the local restaurant, which was decorated with, among other weird kitchscy things, a stuffed beaver with some pretty scary teeth. Brings new meaning to the phrase \u201cstuffed animal.\u201d David had the deer goulash and I had the meat stew. Both were amazing. We traced a path home through the rain lit by David\u2019s iPhone display (I promise I\u2019ll never disparage the thing again) and tucked in for the night, only to be awakened every few hours by booming thunder echoing off the surrounding mountains. So much for that blissful silence, though somehow it\u2019s more peaceful when it\u2019s not your upstairs neighbors doing the booming.<\/p>\n

Day two was a complete rainout, but it gave us a chance to see the WW I museum in Kobarid (more on that in a separate post). Stanka cooked us dinner at the farm, which consisted of zucchini soup, the first meatloaf I\u2019ve had in 20 years, a zucchini cream thingamajig (UNBELIEVABLE) and buckwheat\/rice pilaf. It was excellent. Because it was my birthday, Marko gave us a few swigs of the homemade cherry brandy (called \u201cthe red line\u201d because it makes a direct line from your throat to your tummy).<\/p>\n

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"The Red Line" homemade cherry brandy<\/p><\/div>\n

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On day three, I woke up at 7am to find the sun shining brilliantly (yes!), so excited that our chances for a hike weren\u2019t ruined. The Triglav Park is so well marked, with such a great diversity of paths. Luckily, we met some German friends who let us borrow their trail map. We decided on a 5-hour trip with ~1500 meters of elevation gain. It was all fun and games until that last climb to the peak. The trail was really rocky and I just had my running shoes. As we speak, my knees are letting me hear it. We crossed a bunch of waterfalls and had some spectacular views of the valley and Soca River. We ate cookies at the lake at the top before heading back down.<\/p>\n

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View from our Hike<\/p><\/div>\n

Dinner tonight was prepared by the guys, Marko and Stanka\u2019s cousin. Let\u2019s just say it wasn\u2019t up to the preparation of the night before (a whole pear on a plate as dessert?), though they were much more lenient with the wine. We also met a couple from Brooklyn who are here on their honeymoon and just came from the place we\u2019re headed tomorrow.<\/p>\n

After another fabulous breakfast, we\u2019re off to the Karst region, just across the border from Italy. There will be spelunking and lots of winetasting to be done. More soon!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Note: this was drafted with the intention of posting it from the trip, but, well, that didn’t happen. So just pretend this was a live blog… There\u2019s one significant plus to having a nomadic boyfriend, and that\u2019s that I have a really great excuse to visit some very cool places that I\u2019d otherwise never see. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2061,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-129","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/cbracy\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/cbracy\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/cbracy\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/cbracy\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2061"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/cbracy\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=129"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/cbracy\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":138,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/cbracy\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129\/revisions\/138"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/cbracy\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=129"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/cbracy\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=129"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/cbracy\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=129"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}