Sail on, sister!

• Manja Maksimovič

For your storm anniversary, here is a poem and a memory of a good August day which we spent in Planica in the Julian Alps last year.

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Last August, two days before I left Slovenia for almost a year, we took the chairlift up to the top of the ski flying hill and gazed at those getting ready to descend by way of the zipline. You would do it too, or at least much sooner than I who would do it never.

Then we had a late lunch in the former Railways holiday home where we spent many happy New Year’s Eves and is now “Finisterra” restaurant.

It was a lovely day with no storm in sight but you have known storms from the start.

Born in a storm

Today is the anniversary
of your storm.

Born in a storm,
which one are you: 
a ship
the sea,
or the storm itself?

Born in a storm,
sail on.
Born in a storm,
sea on.
Born in a rage,
storm on.

And when the storm storms out,
as it eventually does,
continue as peace.
  • You haven’t arrived on any of these. (Nor with amore. He was here already.)
  • With parents. In the middle of the photo are the stairs to the top of the zipline.
  • We preferred to take this chairlift, while bestia guarded mom in the valley below.
  • A collection of relatives of the brave ones had gathered. It was funny to listen to them express their fears.
  • I’m pretty sure you were tempted.
  • If you ever do it, send me the bill. It’s on me.
  • You three did a short hike to the top of the ridge to see Austria on the other side. Or is it Italy? Both are near.
  • And then we went back down the better way of the three. We could fly down on skis as well. (Well, maybe not us.) In the summer ski jumpers train and compete too.
  • The green patch is where they land. Imagine that…
  • This shot is like from a film where the script says: “Then she delivers the package to the bicycle boy just in time before the bad guy in plaid catches her.”
  • Good mood was on, bestia included. I could hear him bark only the first half of the ride up.
  • And then the mood even improved. Finisterra, Kranjska Gora. Yum.
  • Many happy New Year’s Eve memories. The former Slovenian Railways holiday home, now Finisterra.
  • The last look and then you were gone for almost a year.

I best you all the wish. Love you, sis!

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    15 thoughts on “Sail on, sister!”

    3. Ooooh, a dedication to your sister and it’s clear you know her. I enjoyed this post, and all the extra sister stuff at the end. The photo with sis and the old door is so beautiful.

      This place!! Pedro would LOVE this. He would be first in line and ask if we would wait while he went a second time. ha ha!

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