Notes from Ljubljana

Practicing pronouncing “loo-blee-ah-nah” over and over and over.

Unique bridges.

A cute A-frame hostel with a jazz theme that didn’t play jazz music.

Wide, clean, cozy streets. 

The “Jack Ryan” burger and a tropical wheat beer at Pop’s Place.

Rolling my eyes at travelers who complain about everything.

Metelkova Art Centre.

A young, soft-spoken Dutchman with warm eyes talking about his future.

Junk and garbage that has been given a second life. 

Prose about cultural paradigms written on the side of a building.

Railings weighed down by combination locks.

A Skrbovin’ca “care trade” store where everything was made by people with disabilities.

Purple snapdragons.

Quiet mornings walking through the Old Town.

A washer and dryer that made all of my clothes stink.

Traditional Easter egg trees and decorations.

Bučni bureks, Jaffa Kolaci orange choco snack cakes, a chair latte, and Somersby Apple Hard Cider.

Nerding out about well-placed, convenient city recycling bins.

Signs of springtime.

Steep inclines to reach the castle.

White buildings with terra-cotta roofs.

Finding dragons scattered throughout the city, which are its symbolic protectors, embodying power, courage, and wisdom.

Marjan Ciglič’s photography exhibit.

Long green tables at the farmers’ market.

Talking about traveling solo as females and stereotypes we’d like to correct about our home countries with a Canadian and a German. 

A well-marked bus station platform.