Vintgar
As it kept raining on saturday's afternoon and evening, I mainly stayed in the hostel, though I ran under the rain to a nearby patisserie shop to get the well recommended Krema Rezina, a classic slovenian cake, that apparently originated in this shop at Bled.
However the cake was a quite simple cake (as with most classics) too simple I'd say, and rather boring, or not sweet enough. It consisted in a thick layer of cream patissiere (or a similar vanilla cream) and another thicker layer of a soft whipped cream, all topped with a thin layer of puff pastry.
Sunday was still rainy, but I decided that I wouldn't stay all the time in the hostel just because it was raining. Plus, a spanish couple I had met the night before had given me a plastic poncho for rain.
So after a morning walk around the town with them (when I took pictures of all the houses I liked) I decided to make my way to the gorge Vintgar. I got a lift up there and then walked on my own.
That was so beatiful. I remembered when I was a child and my parents used to take us to the mountains and we will always go to places like this. I wished, as I used to wish before, the water was warmer because it will be just perfect to swin in such place.
On my way back I thought I could cross cut to the other side of the lake and then walk along the bank. I think I was actually close but however I lost my way, so I had to come back using the main road.
I thought that was a very long walking, and even with the rain, when I got to the hostel I was so tired.
However when I got there I met new people in the room, and one canadian girl invited me to go up the hill to the castle... I can believe I said yes, and not only went up the hill but joined her for a walk around the lake in which we did about a third of it (it takes about 2 hours to complete the round)
I felt great about being able to do more that I would have thought, and even more that I was willing to do, but also I felt a bit ashamed about having such a wasted body with almost useless muscles.
I meet some nice people in this hostel, there where lots of english around, but I meet two australian women, one of them a farmer who was very sociable and gentle, and somehow inspired me to start moving my body a bit.
I hope I will be able to keep inspired as I go back to london, or a least feel inspired when I moved to St andrews.
However the cake was a quite simple cake (as with most classics) too simple I'd say, and rather boring, or not sweet enough. It consisted in a thick layer of cream patissiere (or a similar vanilla cream) and another thicker layer of a soft whipped cream, all topped with a thin layer of puff pastry.
Sunday was still rainy, but I decided that I wouldn't stay all the time in the hostel just because it was raining. Plus, a spanish couple I had met the night before had given me a plastic poncho for rain.
So after a morning walk around the town with them (when I took pictures of all the houses I liked) I decided to make my way to the gorge Vintgar. I got a lift up there and then walked on my own.
That was so beatiful. I remembered when I was a child and my parents used to take us to the mountains and we will always go to places like this. I wished, as I used to wish before, the water was warmer because it will be just perfect to swin in such place.
On my way back I thought I could cross cut to the other side of the lake and then walk along the bank. I think I was actually close but however I lost my way, so I had to come back using the main road.
I thought that was a very long walking, and even with the rain, when I got to the hostel I was so tired.
However when I got there I met new people in the room, and one canadian girl invited me to go up the hill to the castle... I can believe I said yes, and not only went up the hill but joined her for a walk around the lake in which we did about a third of it (it takes about 2 hours to complete the round)
I felt great about being able to do more that I would have thought, and even more that I was willing to do, but also I felt a bit ashamed about having such a wasted body with almost useless muscles.
I meet some nice people in this hostel, there where lots of english around, but I meet two australian women, one of them a farmer who was very sociable and gentle, and somehow inspired me to start moving my body a bit.
I hope I will be able to keep inspired as I go back to london, or a least feel inspired when I moved to St andrews.
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