We are with Zio Flavio in front of his home.
We have arrived in Slovenia to my great-Uncle's house near Koper. Uncle Flavio and his girlfriend, Mary, set us up in a spare bedroom which was heavenly and far better than the sleeper-cars we'd slept in for the last two days while traveling all the way from Turkey (with a pit stop in Bulgaria) by train. The only problem with staying there was that they didn't speak english, only slovenska (the language belonging to Slovenia) and italian... So Mom and Dad could communicate by italian, but Birch and I were left stranded, waiting for translations. That was the only downside to our stay, and the rest was very enjoyable. We liked to take short walks through . . .
the hills of farmland and grape vines and blooming flowers of spring. We picked asparagus - 'we' meaning Mary and Flavio. Our family, for some reason, could never spot any of the green sprouts, and it seems as if they grew at Mary's finger tips, whenever she touched the ground.
Happy very-belated Easter! Mom, Birch and I painted eggs, and added some to Mary's little basket of store-bought ones, as well as hiding some in Jure's (pro-nounced Yurree - Flavio's son) room. Our family blows out the yoke inside the eggs, but here they boil and then paint them, eating them afterward... It's fun either way, except when the boiled source of protein is stained blue or pink, depending what colour it's shell was painted with.
The dry river bed of the Dragonija River
We went out with Jure a few times during his free time, with his girlfriend, Maja (pronounced Maya - are you catching on? 'J' is 'Y'). One time we went to the Dragonja, a river that our family had visited the last time we'd been in Slovenia, seven years ago. As I was three at that time, I remember nothing. This time, you could hardly call the Dragonija a 'river'; it had no water, besides little pools of murky and moldy rocks, due to the lack of rain in four months! We found a decent sized pond with many big fish, lost, looking for that flowing water they used to swim in, which doesn't exist anymore. I felt sorry for them, even if they were just fish, since they were trapped prisnors of the abandoned pool for no reason. We walked and talked and Birch and I climbed a little. Jure and Maja were also amazing at finding asparagus, and Jure told us that in italian it was called 'blouched', or spelt around those lines... At least, that's what it sounded like.
Bye,
Allie
Bye,
Allie
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