Run Away (A Love note to my Husband)

I don’t know how or when, but why don’t we just move away somewhere abroad? Try and run away from life….sort out our problems there?
Be surrounded by the things and experiences that sets our souls on fire and instead of the dreadful monotony that we both hate?
Be immersed in a different, but exciting culture? Meet new people and hear their beautiful stories. Listen to the romantic sound of a foreign language. To feel wonderfully lost, yet found.

 
My eyes NEED to see new things.

 
I need a culturally immersive experience. That’s what I want, need and long for right now. I think my soul and heart and mind are thirsting for this.
I want to be in a crazy, loud and exciting market in Mumbai, India. I want to taste the exotic spices. I want to bargain with someone selling me their spices, perfumes, hand woven scarves…whatever it is, and to feel connected with them after hearing the story of how much what they are selling to me means to them.

 
Then I would find myself not wanting to bargain at all. I would instead find myself intrigued by the story that led them to where they are right there, at that moment in the market. And all the while considering what led me to being at the same market. And how our stories – we are all intertwined. We are all different, but yet the same.

 
I want a foreign experience. I want to close my eyes, and when I open them again, to find myself in a place I’ve never been. It’s all new. Nothing is the same. It’s all unlike anything I’ve ever seen, tasted, or smelled. My senses can barely take it all in. I am almost paralyzed and in shock at all this foreign beauty that lies before me, but then, I take that first step.

 
Towards the market.
Towards the people.
Towards the hustle and bustle.
The hustle and bustle and noise that sometimes makes me feel afraid and nervous, but is where I need to go.
That’s where I will find the connection to the people. Those who do not speak the same language as me. Who I do not understand. Who do not look like me.
I need to be in the midst of this.
Outside my comfort zone.
Yet finding my comfort actually lies outside this zone.
This is where my soul comes alive.

 
This is where the mind becomes engaged.
This is where the heart softens.
This is where strangers become friends.
Where pride in oneself has to go out the window.
And yet when feeling empowered is a gift you receive.

Take me there.
Away from here.
Take me there.

Slovenia : Part 2 – Piran

It rained on us during the two hour drive from Lake Bled to our next destination – Piran, Slovenia. The weather was gloomy, but as we neared Piran, the clouds parted, the rain stopped, and the sun shone brightly. Our hearts started racing with excitement and adrenaline – a feeling I always get when arriving at a new place I’ve never seen before. We danced and sang along in the car to the “LaLa Land” movie soundtrack, to a song called, “Another Day of Sun.” Perfectly fitting. Vineyards and olive tree groves dotted the hillsides as we finally reached what would become one of my most favorite places in the world . . . Piran.

 

As we entered into the village of Piran, one could feel that this place was full of charm. Fishing boats swayed back and forth in the small harbor, tempting one to step onto one of the boats and go explore the beauty of the sea.

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We reached our beautiful accommodation, Hotel Piran, that sat perfectly next to the Adriatic Sea. A classy, sophisticated hotel, we were supremely impressed, especially by the warm, friendly faces greeting us at the front desk. Our jaws dropped when we walked into our room and saw the breathtaking view of the blue sea from our private balcony. The sea was surprisingly still as glass, and there were a few people out on kayaks and SUPs, enjoying the calm waters.

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We ate a delicious lunch on the patio of the hotel’s restaurant, soaking up the sun’s rays and being enthralled by the beauty of the sea and of this ancient village.

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Then, it was time for exploring. I’m not too fond of group tours, and so, instead, we found our own way discovering Piran. Tartini Square evoked a sense of wonder within me, as I love town squares because you could spend hours just people watching and letting time slow down.

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My favorite part was wandering the streets and deserted alleyways and feeling wonderfully lost. We didn’t know where we were going – no map or compass to guide us, just our feet and hearts telling us where to go.

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We climbed the stairs up to Piran’s old town walls (dating back to the 7th century) and looked in wonder at the red-tile roofs below us. It felt like we were in Croatia and Italy all at the same time. Above us stood the old bell tower, which invited me to climb its stairs. I felt giddy at the prospect of conquering any fears of heights or claustrophobic spaces, and imagined the feeling I would have if I were brave and climbed despite my fears. And so, I did it! Climbing the 147 steps to the top of the Cathedral of St. George’s bell tower was nerve wracking, as the old wooden stairs would creak with each step you took. Adrenaline kept me going and the panoramic view of Piran and of the Adriatic Sea made the daunting climb worth every step.

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I will never forget our time in Piran, a truly off the beaten path place. It stole my heart!

 

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Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

~Isabelle Eberhardt

Slovenia : Part 1 – Lake Bled

Lake Bled, Slovenia is without a doubt at the top of our ‘to-travel’ destinations! Lake Bled is located in the Julian Alps of the Upper Carniolan region of northwestern Slovenia, where it adjoins the town of Bled.

From the moment we entered Slovenia, we were in awe of the natural beauty as well as the Eastern European vibe – something almost otherworldly about this fantastic county existed – it was wonderful!

We arrived in Slovenia via crossing over the northernmost Italy/Slovenia border, which turned out to be somewhat of an other worldly experience – there were no immigration officials, no cameras for security. . . completely opposite from every other border we’ve traversed, especially in Europe! Nothing was in place to check any travelers from moving from one side to the other. Well, nothing but an abandoned immigration control station which looked as if it hadn’t been occupied since 1970.

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Italia/Slovenian Border Crossing (Vacant Border Station Up Ahead)

MAP - border of Italy and SloveniaThe route from the small town of Tarvisio, Italy to Rateče, Slovenia then to Lake Bled was absolutely stunning – with antiquity surrounding us, through what appeared to be an endless route of vacant properties and villages.

 

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Departing Tarvisio, Italy on the Via Vittorio Veneto Road en route to Rateče, Slovenia

 

Here are a few of our favorite photos from the border crossing and Lake Bled. Enjoy!

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The traditional Pletna boat
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Just a wolf pup – friendly as can be!

 

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Lake Bled and view of Bled Castle

 

 

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Lake Bled and view of Bled Castle
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The primary establishment on the island is none other than the pilgrimage church dedicated to the Assumption of Mary (Cerkev Marijinega vnebovzetja), built in the 17th century
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Assumption of Mary (Cerkev Marijinega vnebovzetja)
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(Before and after photos of our hike up the Osojnica trail) – it was difficult! Straight up it seemed!

 

After such a grueling hike, a much needed relaxation was in order at the lovely Triglav Hotel.

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Beautiful Hotel Restaurant on Lake Bled
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Beautiful Hotel Restaurant on Lake Bled

The trains move slow in this area of Slovenia, or don’t come at all . . .

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Awaiting the slow-moving train which never came