That morning we joined the forces with the little red car
and took off, waving to the blue building in Ljubljana and Godecs.
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bye Ljubljana!
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We set up the adventurous GPS, Spel sat on the driver's seat
and after the first twenty minutes of trying to adapt to the opposite side of
driving and hitting the door while trying to change the gears, we were well on
the way.
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"Hi, I will be your navigator. Sometimes I will think
you are driving through the field while you are on the motorway ."
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But we were a step ahead of the navigator.The wheel was in
a hands of the one who knew about the conspiracy of the navigation satellites
which choose not to update the maps when they don't feel like it.
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The road sad Hello. Motorway threw some signs on us so we
followed them:
This was also a day when weather served us well. So
we indulged in the clear blue skies, the first notes of Devojka sa
Cardas Nogama (loosely translated: "Girl with Czardas legs"- the hit
of our roadtrip) and the lights of the ends of the tunnels.
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lights at the end of the tunnel
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Czardas Legs and clear skies
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Just before the border, Slovenia reminded us that there is
so much more to it than the breathtaking view of Bled, hospitality of Godec
family, bars on Ljubljana rooftops and good looking profiles of taxi drivers:
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"I secretly think reality exists so we can speculate
about it."- Žižek.
I secretly think he has another career. |
In order to respect that, we stopped by the petrol station
to have a coffee and celebrate the taking off on the road.
Adapting to new geographies, our snacks changed labels and
shapes.
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Snack local.
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Bears. We eat bears.
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The weather served us so good that the Spel had to put
another layer of glasses in order to be able to drive safely. Our style was
getting better and better:
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After a couple of hours through Croatia, we arrived at our
first destination. Zagreb, where I was born and a town which always had a
special place in my heart. Starting from above, we were ready to take all we
could in a day we had there. For storm was approaching and we could not fool it
forever:
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"Hi, I'm your designated storm. Please don't run away
for I will catch up with you. I promise."
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But at the time being, we were a step ahead of it. And Zagreb spread its arms to greet us.
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