The evening out in Ljubljana

It was about time for three girls to go out, properly. And so we did.

I was never in Ljubljana and Jenny thought she remembers it (more about it in the next post). Spela grew up there and she naturally took the role of our guide. Also, a happy return-er:

happy return-er being excited for coming back

We glanced at the lights playing on the water. Found a cash point and got some money out. And along the cobbled streets, trying to cheat the weather did a little bit of sightseeing (7 buildings and one really interesting graffiti).

"I protest!"

Jen and Spela on cobbled streets 

It wasn't that cold, really:

really.

But the evening called for a drink. So we let Spela take us to the wine bar:

cheers!

...where we shared the stories, most of which are not for public sharing. It is sufficient to say that I only begun to understand with what an amazing couple of women I travel with and how lucky I am to have them around. For I suspected that the landscapes of this journey will mess with maps within. As they did. But I shared that where it was supposed to be shared so back to the evening out:

After a first few glasses, we took another walk, all the way to the bar which overlooks Ljubljana. Very posh bar which overlooks Ljubljana. Us, being very stylish (as RyanAir officials failed to notice) fit right in, after passing the entrance overlooked by wise marble heads and a squeaky elevator ride. Unfortunately, as we were immersed in important life, love & universe subjects, we didn't take huge amount of photos. But there are few, with cherries in martinis and after discussing diets of English, vs Balkan growing up:

in Balkan we like glazed cherries

 Few martinis later and in the spirit of conversation, we decided to introduce Jenny to concept of burek, favorite after drink food of most of ex-Yu countries, no matter if its round or trianglish. And no, it is not 'cheesy pastry'. It is much more than that. But to know it you have to try it. So, instead of trying to explain it, we let Spela take us to her brother's favorite bakery and indulged in greasy cheesy pastry.

[no photo. we were eating.]

As the rain started, we decided to take a taxi home. The taxi driver asked to join us on the trip, which was a nice thought to play with from the back seat where I was until he showed more than a profile. Pardon my judgmental attitude. So we waved him goodbye.

It was my last night with pijama and the next day we officially started road tripping.