(This is the 12th post of our Croatia-Budapest trip, June-July 2014)
Wednesday, June 25
Happy Slovenian Independence Day!
What this translates out to mean for tourists is: limited openings, noon closings, no market, no easy food, and especially for us: the rain we’ve been trying to dodge for two days has finally arrived. On top of all that, we are supposed to meet Dave’s sister and brother-in-law at 1 p.m., so whatever we choose to do has be done quickly, as we need to be back to the hotel a bit early to meet them.
Our first destination was the Serbian Orthodox Church of Saints Cyril and Methodius, about two blocks from our hotel. An elegant, cream-colored edifice with wide welcoming steps held a wealth of surface decoration inside.
But there were signs that no photographs were allowed. So this is a clandestine shot with my iPhone, trying to get a photo of that circle up there on the arch. I had just started making circle quilt blocks and was hunting for ideas and designs, and I had hit pay dirt on this ornately covered church. But I resisted photographing it, determined to do it legitimately somehow.
We walked by the Fountain of the Three Carniolian Rivers (Ljubljana, Sva and Krka Rivers), inspired by one of Rome’s many fountains. Here are the three facades, showing the three different rivers. Unfortunately, the obelisk was under renovation:
What do tourists do on rainy days? Take pictures of one another under umbrellas and head into marginal tableaus, displays and the one interesting room in the castle that doesn’t charge you extra to visit.
Because we did not realize what Happy Independence Day in Slovenia meant, we headed to the market. That was a bust. It was getting towards the meeting time with the in-laws, so we stopped by a convenience market and picked up some cold cuts, a cucumber and two rolls studded with pumpkin seeds. We got extra to feed Anna Clare and Earl, for as we were standing in line, some guy flipped a switch, locking the door and barring entrance to the few tourists outside. To say that we felt lucky is an understatement, for we didn’t see much else open.
When we arrived back home, there was a note on our door telling us that Anna Clare and Earl had decided to detour to Lake Bled and see the sights and now wouldn’t be here until 3 p.m. Fine, we could deal.
We had a delicious lunch on our bed (yes, we ate theirs), then cleared everything off and took a rainy day nap, surfed the rainy day internet and rainy day waited. And waited. We had told them to knock on our hotel room door when they arrived, and finally at 4:30 p.m. I told Dave I wasn’t waiting around anymore. The rain had stopped and somehow they would find us.
When we went downstairs, we found out that apparently the clerk had told them we weren’t here, so they left without knocking. We wrote and slipped a note under their door, telling them we’d meet them at 6 p.m., hoping that the third time is a charm in Tourist Land.
With nearly everything closed, we peeked into any open doorway, finding this exquisite courtyard with friezes over every archway.
We cross the river to get a good look at the University in this town, famous for its archicture by Joze Plecnik: a homegrown and prolific genius whose relationship to Ljublana has been compared to that of Gaudi’s to Barcelona. Above is Cobblers Bridge, which encapsulates his style: “simple, clean lines adorned with classical columns.” We checked at the Tourist Office for tours of his house, but it was under renovation (closed).
“On the surface, the red-and-gray colors scheme evokes the red soil and the chunks of granite of the karst region, south of Ljubljana. But on a deeper level, the library’s design conveys the message of overcoming obstacles to attain knowledge. The odd-sized and -shaped blocks in the facade represent a complex numerological pattern that suggests barriers on the path to enlightenment.” ~ Rick Steves, Croatia
None catch our fancy like the two runaways, and it only leads to this wall, and what we suppose to be the art studios of the university. But we like the fact that it’s not raining anymore, and that we are feeling a bit of freedom the schedule, until Dave realizes it is after 6:00 and we have to hurry to meet the relatives.
Walking along the main drag, next to the Post Office we spot them ahead of us, but instead of turning left to our hotel, they are turning right. We start hollering and hollering, finally get their attention. Dave runs to catch up to them, and finally we have met up! It’s great seeing them, seeing them with their badges and as missionary smiles. We refresh at the hotel, and then head out to find dinner. We are wary, as we know not much is open.
A salad, without the cheese.
We all fell in love with the warm doughy rolls, the balls of honey-butter, and the flatbreads (below).
We shared two “three-part meals” and Earl wrapped up the rest of the bread and put it in his pocket for breakfast. Except, we mentioned, your breakfast is free, and comes the hotel. His face lit up in delight. We love that, too, Earl.
Next post: Ljubljana’s Orthodox Church, and quilt Circles