This morning I locked myself in the bathroom…that’s right. I have been having a great time with my family, but it has been nearly a whole week with no alone time. I love my family AND my alone time: It had to happen. If I heard another version of “Mom, Mommy, Mamma, Mom, Mom, Mommy…” I would have lost it on my very sweet son.
Our flat here in Ljubljana is great, but it is small, so there is nowhere to go…that is why the bathroom was the perfect solution. I took a long, hot shower, and then I sat on the toilet, crossed legged, and meditated on patience and peace! After my 45 minutes (okay, maybe an hour) alone, I was much better and much less grumpy. Ready to face the day.
There was a break in the rain today, so we stayed in town and ventured up to the castle (after my alone time in the bathroom and a large soy latte). By the way, all of this dairy and gluten really isn’t agreeing with me, so I have resorted to soy lattes, since there is no almond milk to be found.
The walk up to the castle was another adventure, up winding roads and long, vertical staircases that seem to go on forever. In Rome, I had a hard time with some of the hills, but now I think I am getting used to them, or maybe I am taking them a little slower. Either way, the stair climbing and hiking up mountains is getting easier. I just keep checking my Garmin and taking breaks when my heart rate starts creeping up. YAY!
The area around the castle was beautiful; the castle was bought by the city of Ljubljana and restored fairly recently.
Andy loved going into the tower and looking out over the city. He also loved the vertical tram that took us back to the city center once we were finished. Then, we walked through some of the other tourist sites: the three bridges, the dragon bridge (obviously a big hit) and Butchers' Bridge.
Butchers' Bridge had several locks affixed to it, with names of lovers etched into them. This seemed a bit strange to me based on the name of the bridge - why would you choose to put a lock on a bridge named Butchers' Bridge? It just seems a bit grim to me. When Brian and I honeymooned in France, we put a lock on a bridge in Paris - but there was no scary name attached to that bridge!
After lunch, we made our way back to the flat, and all three of us fell asleep for almost three hours! It was too late, and it was raining again, so we didn’t want to get a “real" dinner. Instead, we opted to go to a place called “Cacoa.” Yep, you guessed it: we ate cake for dinner, and it was delicious! Vacation is the best.