Bled lake
On saturday early I took the train to Ljubljana, to go from there to Bled.
The trains are great, very clean and unexpensive, but curiously slower than the buses. How ever I had to take the train because there where no morning buses to Ljubljana from Koper on Saturdays.
In Ljubljana I took the bus to Bled as soon as I got to the station, it was hot, and I thought in trying to make it to Bled early enough as to plunge into the lake...
So I got there about 2:30 pm and I was delight to find the town so alike the place I use to spend my holidays as a child and teen. (Pucon, para los que saben)
It even smelled just the same.
It was a great thing to me for few reasons to go back to that summer's holidays when I was a child, or a girl, and the things I dreamed about, the things I thought, wondered and desired.
Especially the things I desired. I believe the things one desires speak a lot about who one is...
The hostel was so nice and cosy, lots of wood, and even handmande embroidered curtains (Again, it reminded me the time when I use to do embroidery)
I got first to the room so I could choose bed which is great.
I couldn't wait to see the lake so I put on my swin suit and hurried down town. But as I reached the park by the lake it started raining very heavily, so that was it. I had to come back to the hostel, but at least I treated myself with slovenian national honey liqueur.
The trains are great, very clean and unexpensive, but curiously slower than the buses. How ever I had to take the train because there where no morning buses to Ljubljana from Koper on Saturdays.
In Ljubljana I took the bus to Bled as soon as I got to the station, it was hot, and I thought in trying to make it to Bled early enough as to plunge into the lake...
So I got there about 2:30 pm and I was delight to find the town so alike the place I use to spend my holidays as a child and teen. (Pucon, para los que saben)
It even smelled just the same.
It was a great thing to me for few reasons to go back to that summer's holidays when I was a child, or a girl, and the things I dreamed about, the things I thought, wondered and desired.
Especially the things I desired. I believe the things one desires speak a lot about who one is...
The hostel was so nice and cosy, lots of wood, and even handmande embroidered curtains (Again, it reminded me the time when I use to do embroidery)
I got first to the room so I could choose bed which is great.
I couldn't wait to see the lake so I put on my swin suit and hurried down town. But as I reached the park by the lake it started raining very heavily, so that was it. I had to come back to the hostel, but at least I treated myself with slovenian national honey liqueur.
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