I wish you all the gardens and all the beers and all the roads and all the languages and all the poems and all the harmonicas in this world.
While my sister is having a beer + pizza party with you back in Ljubljana, our city of birth, I’m here in rainy Tuscany which you know well, raising a glass of your favourite Ichnusa non filtrata (at least in my mind until I buy some for real).
Here is a look back at the past year. I was lucky to spend a month and a half in Slovenia in the summer and enjoy your garden in Ljubljana, even while you were in another garden, that of my parents’ house in Piran.
And then in September you came over here for two weeks and so are officially the last visitor that we had.
Let’s have a look at all this in pictures.
Dear uncle, I hope you can come back this year and maybe take me to Slovenia again. Cin cin, na zdravje and cheers in all your present and future languages!