Today is my cousin, Zan's, 24th birthday. We celebrated today by going for dessert here in Ljubljana, as well as last Saturday at a restaurant in the Slovenian countryside. The restaurant we went to is actually a farm, but on the weekend they have a small restaurant open. The food is delicious, typical Slovenian food. They even had homemade jabolcni sok (apple juice).
The restaurant was about a 45 minute drive away, on the very top of a hill. Zvonko, who is an avid biker, cycles this route in the summer. It's very intense. The drive reminded me of when me and my friend, Nicole, were driving on the curvy and nauseating Oregon and California coast. But this road was sometimes one lane, gravel, and extremely curvy. I didn't bother asking Zvonko what would happen if another car was coming around the bend, because I knew his answer would be to just pull over. Pull over where? And at his speeds? (....Sometimes I like to pretend I'm riding a rollar coaster). Maybe Europeans are born with a 6th sense of knowing when a car is coming from the other direction.....
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| Neza, Zan, me, and Ziga |
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| Bostjan and Lucka |
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| Neza, Nada, and Zvonko |
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| Grandpa and Grandma Perovsek (Anton is Grandma Strazar's cousin) |
The food was wonderful. Whenever I spend time with Zvonko and his family, they usually communicate in Slovenian, unless they need to tell me something. I try to pick up on words that I know, and it's helping that I'm being exposed to the language. Although they often make fun of me in Slovenian, laugh and me, and tell me I need to learn the language..... Don't worry Zvonko, my feelings aren't hurt too bad.
Zvonko just came for the sausage.
Oh, and the cappuccino.
My apple strudel. Europeans claim their food portions are smaller than American portions.
Need I say anymore?
Old items remaining from the farm.
Look at the iron.
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| Lucka, Zvonko, me, Ziga, Bostjan, Zan Grandma Perovsek, Grandpa Perovsek, Neza, Nada |
Vse Najboljse, Zan.
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kar je dobro ni slabo
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