times to forget and place to remember!

Three or even more generations of friends meet once a year at the traditional picnic... every last weekend in august new olympic games start... new winners are born and new food is sacrificed... just like one beautiful fairy tale... always with happy ending!

there were times...

...when certain things in my life were obligatory. The ONE and ONLY, the MOTHER of ALL was certanly a scout camp...

Now, I'am just a visitor, just passing by, helping arround a bit...and missing it a lot...

...grilled trout from trieste...

I've been told, that certain "non-slovenian" speaking people I know "read" my blog - well I quess "read my photos" would be more appropriate... so, here I am... writing this one in english, hoping my "profesor" won't be reading it - and in case she does - forgive me for my mistakes Mrs. H!! ;)

I've spent this weekend searching for Goldenhorn... I haven't found it, but did meet some real Kekecs' (would this be plural???), some really lovely cows, wounderful ravens and not to forget, some truly amazing views...

so, to make it short:
hiking arround, swiming in bohinj lake, helping in the kitchen, sleeping in a tent, and discovering hilarious food translations such as:
- grilled trout from Trieste (I quess this would be trout caught in Trieste, brought to Bohinj and grilled in the house...or just local trout, grilled and "flavored" with Trieste sauce - garlic/parsley and olive oil)
- grilled trout with tonsils (good thing I still got my own at their place; I wonder who their distributer is??)


And last, but not least: Slovenian tourism is doing much much better than turism in Madagascar... Do so many people really feel Slovenia?? b!!!