Sanja's boyfriend, Saso (pronounced Sasho) told her about an old road built by Russian soldiers during World War I. It follows the Soca River up across a mountain pass, and some of the original stones are still found in the switchbacks. It was the kind of road that would make Eli really carsick, but the views were the well-earned payout.
We sat by the lake for a bit, and then we did the most important thing you can do in Bled, which is get the famous Bled creme cake.
We put up our feet for a bit in Sanja and Saso's flat, and then the three of us went out to see Celje. It was really fun having the two of them for tour guides.
There are so many things I don't know I don't know. Sanja and Saso laughed at me sometimes, and then I laughed sometimes when they asked if all Americans are preparing for a Zombie apocalypse. (Reality T.V. at it's finest...) But really, I think Sanja and I are both curious and intelligent people, and yet we are completely unaware of some fundamental cultural differences. That is, until we sit down and talk about bread and toast and sandwich bread and real bread and sliced bread and rolls and baguettes and so on and so on...
I loved all the things I got to see and do in Slovenia, but I loved my conversations with Sanja and her family just as much. Sometimes it really feels like my brain is growing.
And my heart too.