Travel with me today

Yesterday I read a book about Russian prisoners of war who had been building a road over a Vršič pass in the northwestern part of Slovenia during the I. World War. I lived in a town below this pass for some time during 1996 and in the years 2002-2004. Let's travel to Kranjska Gora now:

46°28'36.84" N
13°47'02.75" E
Elevation: 848 m

Called Borovška vas in the old days, this little town is surrounded by mountains; there is always fresh air and during the winter when Ljubljana has fog every day, this place bathes in sun. I miss it, a lot. I had a cat there and her name was Kiki. A beautiful one. I had to leave her there in a care of my neighbors. The last time I saw her was in 2006 when she had 5 beautiful kittens. She came to me like in the old days. She jumped onto my lap when I called her. I miss her a lot.In 2003 I was riding a bike quite a lot. Out of sadness. I felt much better being on a bike. I rode up to that pass I mentioned at the beginning of this post very often as it was the closest. Especially during the week it was a nice ride as there were no tourists going up by car. Surrounded by mountains, meadows, larches, alpine flowers, I enjoyed each moment immensely. It is a 12km ride, 800m difference in height. At the beginning it took me 105 minutes to get to the top, on a race in September, I needed 68 minutes to the end line. Only 3 minutes slower than my dad (who trains a lot, I tell you!) I had been ill a week before and therefore I was going a bit slower than I would have probably gone. I am so proud of finishing this race. I will never be that good again, I am almost sure. I was 10kg lighter then! Today I know that the road to that pass is paved with the remains of Russian prisoners of war.

I hope that I will be able to live in Kranjska Gora again, at least when I am retired. Who knows!

Different thoughts in one post

When enough is enough.
If I can't get it here, I go and look for it somewhere else. Although I am too late sometimes.
I drove up the nearest hill to see the sun and the blue sky. Because you know what we have here when we look outside. Do I need to say it? ... You can see it yourself, on the photo below. I was too late to enjoy in the sunshine but I caught a glimpse of golden mountains. What you see in a distance is Triglav, with 2864 m the highest mountain in Slovenia. And in front you can see what we have here.
Anniversary.
It's been four years today since I am with my partner. I won't write a lot about our relationship but sometimes I think I deserve better. Don't get me wrong, he loves me very much and I love him very much. But I had a much better man before and I know that there is still someone like that out there. Who I would be happier with. Perhaps I don't deserve it anymore. My colleague keeps saying that we have what we deserve. Maybe I should just get used to it and stop kicking...
Ig Nobel Prize.
Research that makes people LAUGH and then THINK. Look at this Improbable Research web site. I had to laugh. And really, later also think. Perhaps you have any good ideas? Will you be one on the list in 2009?

Možic

Na današnji dan pred enim letom, sem šla na hrib nad Soriško planino. Dan je bil lep, razgled čudovit. Šla sem za nosom. Po mulatjeri pod Slatnikom, proti hribu z bunkerjem na vrhu. Možic. Tako se imenuje hrib. Takrat tega nisem vedela, saj nisem imela zemljevida in niti nisem gledala oznak. Šla sem za nosom. Na potki proti karavli, ki je včasih služila kot postojanka italijanskim vojakom med I. svetovno vojno, sem ga srečala. Okoli poldneva je bilo. Svetlolas, visok, suh, simpatičen. Pozdravila sva se. Nekaj me je vprašal. Nisem slišala, kaj, zato sem rekla: "Prosim?"

"Ali greste na Možica?", je vprašal. "Ne vem, kam grem", sem odgovorila in nakazala z glavo, da grem prosti karavli. "Iz Ljubljane?", je vprašal. "Ja.", sem kratko odgovorila. "Pa kar sama?", je bil radoveden. Beseda mi ni tekla. Kmalu sva se poslovila. Odšel je dol, jaz gor, proti Možicu. Srček mi je začel hitreje biti in dan je dobil posebne dimenzije. Postal je srečen dan, samo zato, ker me je nekdo vprašal, kam grem... Po planjavah, ki so me spominjale na ameriške prerije, sem tavala še cel dan z nasmehom na obrazu. Bil je radosten in srečen dan.

V mojem dnevniku piše naslednje:

In nisem se mogla poslovit od vse te lepote. Tisočkrat sem pogledala nazaj, tisočkrat sem si zaželela, da bi me 'možic' v rdečem kje čakal in spregovoril z mano še kakšno besedo. Da bi še enkrat slišala njegov glas, glas za pripovedovanje pravljic…

Pogled na Možic sredi poletja. Hrib Možic v sredini, v ozadju Triglav in drugi vršaci Julijskih Alp.

Tudi včeraj sem bila tam, na Možicu. Možica z Možica tokrat ni bilo. Bili pa so oblaki, kumulusi in cirusi. Razgled na Alpe in Bohinjsko jezero, na Blejski grad in pol Slovenije. A dan ni bil čaroben. Vse je šlo narobe. Skoraj dve uri sem se vozila do tja, saj je cesta na Sorico zaprta. Bila sem skoraj brez bencina, kremšnit na Bledu pa tudi nisem kupila, saj je bila gneča na parkiriščih nepopisna. Bila sem vesela, ko sem spet prišla domov... Želim si, da bi še kdaj srečala kakšnega "možica", ki bi mi tako polepšal dan.

Naj bo tudi vaš dan čaroben!

KISLO MLEKO

Čez vikend sem se spet potepala po hribih. Kako je tam lepo! Zame je pohajkovanje po hribih veliko boljša sprostitev kot pa čofotanje v morju. Koliko lepih trenutkov sem doživela med rušjem, med valujočimi travnimi bilkami, na planinah med rožicami! Rožice so večinoma že odcvetele, ta čas se s cvetovi bahajo čudoviti svišči. Macesni se še niso obarvali v rumene jesenske barve, a je v zraku čutiti, da je jesen tik pred vrati.

Kislo mleko je bilo tokrat vodeno, a nič zato. Vse pastirice ne znajo pripraviti izvrstnega kislega mleka. Skrivnost dobrega kislega mleka mi je izdala pastirica na planini pod Storžičem. A ni mi še uspelo, da bi pripravila takšnega, kot sem ga jedla iz njene sklede. Mogoče je pa skrivnost v mleku, kaj pravite?

Kislo mleko z odličnimi ajdovimi žganci izpod Storžiča
(s planine Velika poljana).

Kislo mleko s kosom kruha s karavanške planine.