As we were driving out of Ljubljana to the north, I was admiring the mountains covered with dark stormy clouds and trying to figure out if this was the type of country that could let me forget about doors. The answer is no.
Gozd Martuljek is a little village in the upper left corner of Slovenia with Italy to the west and Austria to the north, just before Kranjska Gora, the town which is a bit bigger but still not huge by any means.
Gora is a female noun and means mountain. We go way back, she and I, but this is the first time we visited her together. We spent the last three days there with my parents and amore, since the state of Slovenia let us spend 200 Eur per person on accommodation with breakfast within Slovenia by the end of the year. Korona is good for something.
We had such full days even though it was raining for the first day and a half, and saw much and ate much and walked some and chatted and laughed and generally had a mighty good time. Yesterday my sister joined us for the day and we had a look at the Nordic centre Planica where they jump and fly on skis, and we took the ski lift to the top of the highest world record hill. More from here soon, since tomorrow we are going back to Italy and I’ll be blogging more again.
But today the first set of doors which I encountered as we were approaching our destination and stopped in Gozd Martuljek for a bridge. The last three photos are from later that first day, as we climbed (by car) to the selected eatery on the hill opposite but it was closed. They had rabbits in a cage outside, and some running outside of it, and we wondered if this meant that we were to catch our own. Bestia was in agreement.
I was happy too. The first two doors are from two houses I’d love to live in, and as for the rabbits, I don’t remember seeing a rabbit cage door on a Thursday before.