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| Sign at our hotel |
After
a relaxing week in Italy, Tammy and I moved on to part two of our adventure –
Ljubljana, Slovenia.
Our
first order of business was readying the apartment for our departure. The instructions requested that we leave
nothing in the refrigerator. I hate to
waste food, and even though we had a smorgasbord for dinner the night before
and had a hearty breakfast the morning of our departure, we still didn’t consume
everything. We stuffed cereal, bread, prosciutto, cheese, fruit and vegetables in our
bags for the long train ride, and gave the milk and extra yogurt to Mara (not only did she make our
splendid Italian feast, but she showed up to clean the place too).
We
dropped the rental car off in Chiusi and caught a train to Trieste, a seaport
town in the far northeastern corner of Italy.
The trip was over six hours and we realized about an hour in that there
was no food or drink service on the train.
It was a regional train and apparently we were the only crazy people to
stay on it that long. Thank goodness for
our bags of food! I rationed my water
for the duration of the trip. I was
tempted to hop off during one of the many stops along the way and get water,
but didn’t want to get left behind.
After
arriving in Trieste we found a great restaurant, Ciò Là - Emporio
del Gusto. Good food and a friendly owner. The calm before the storm.
I
bought a Flixbus tickets from Trieste to Ljubljana ahead of time, so we just had
to find the bus. How hard could it
be? (Never ask that question.) We found the bus station, but no one could
tell us where the bus to Ljubljana would be.
The bus station board didn’t show it.
We wandered back and forth asking everyone, finally finding a young
woman and her mother from Finland waiting for the same bus. They mentioned that the bus that took them from
Ljubljana to Trieste that morning was two hours late. Things were not looking good.
Our
bus was supposed to leave at 8:45 p.m.
One bus did arrive, but all hope was shattered when we realized it
wasn’t ours. We pleaded with them to
let us on, as it, too, was headed to Ljubljana, but we were denied. They also couldn’t tell us where the other
bus was or when it would arrive. At 9:45
p.m., still no bus. Would this bus be
two hours late? Or more? We didn’t want to take the chance, so Tammy
sprang into action and found a taxi to drive us. It was around two hours and we paid a total
of 160 euros. Luckily, the Finnish women
agreed go with us and we split the cost four ways. We arrived at our hotel by 11:30 p.m. Mamma mia!
Our
hotel was nice enough, but what a shock to go from a spacious, three-bedroom
apartment to a cramped hotel room. We
were spoiled! I fell into bed, thankful
again that I had made it, but missing the swimming pool.
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