Might as well...

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mention that while in Slovenia, we also visited the seaside town of Piran. From Ljubljana on, we got around via a red, beat-up Renault that made up for in character what it lacked in horsepower. The car was great since it allowed us to see places that would have been hard to get to via Slovenia's limited public transportation system, such as the small town of Radovljica (better known as the home of the beekeeping museum); a gingerbread factory; a Russian chapel commemorating the Russian POW's who perished during the construction of the Vrsic Pass, a mountain road with 50 numbered hairpin turns in a 12 mile stretch; Stanjel (a nearly abandoned hilltop village that has been adopted by artists); the cavernous Skocjanske Caves with their impressive stalactites and stalacmites and of course, the aforementioned Adriatic seaside town of Piran.

Blah, blah, blah...and now the Netherlands.

Comments

  1. AnonymousSeptember 22, 2007 at 1:31 PM

    Thanks for biting the ladybug. I glad you have changed your mind on the little malice creature.
    shawn

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  2. RamblingRolandSeptember 22, 2007 at 4:38 PM

    I can't believe it. A posting from Shawn?? Wow, that is a first, ne'est ce pas?

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 24, 2007 at 10:22 AM

    Oh my god _ these pictures are SO great!! I desperately want to go to Slovenia now, especially Lake Bled and Piran (for gingerbread ladybugs). Thank you for posting these great shots _ I thought you were in Venice?! Hi Shawn!
    Miss you,
    Julie

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  4. bertiSeptember 25, 2007 at 10:34 AM

    It took a lot of begging, pleading and a promise of countless cartons of cigarettes to get Mr. Simons to finally comment.

    I actually started this trip in Venice, but from there it is less than a 5 hour train ride to Ljubljana. I hear the scenery was beautiful along the way, but I was too busy snoring to fully appreciate it.

    As always, thanks for the great comments.

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