Yesterday we met our friend and drove down to the coast to visit Piran. The highways in Slovenia are relatively new so our trip was about an hour, but our progress was slightly delayed when traffic was halted to accommodate an entourage for a Greek politician.
Piran is small, but beautiful. Having lived on an island for about a decade, then living on the coast for another nine years, I've become attached to the ocean. I always recall the rolling waves shimmering in the sunlight and hearing them gently lap against the shore whenever I get pangs of homesickness. I miss the Pacific.
We climbed the town wall, built in the fifteenth century, and roamed around the Cathedral of Saint George. We had lunch by the water (I had a mozzarella and tomato starter followed by mushroom pasta, chased with a half-liter of beer) then relaxed on a rocky beach. When I removed my shoes and walked into the salty Adriatic Sea, my homesick feelings ebbed away. I can still taste the saltwater.
Another friend joined us for coffee, and afterwards we strolled along the shore walk, chatting about politics and media and jobs. Since I love ice cream, we stopped for a massive sundae and watched the sunset. We drove home for a few beers and a lesson in Yugoslavian history, plus a few heated rounds of Name the Capital . . . which is a sure sign you've had a few drinks.
I stumbled into bed early in the morning - an excellent day, overall.
On a side note, did you know that some high school and university graduates meet at the end of the school year for seven to ten days, usually in a foreign country like Italy or Greece, and have a celebratory binge marathon? These are not isolated parties: they are practiced all over, highly organized and teachers participate. If only my high school was that interesting! So, a question to our Slovenian readers: did you have a similar experience when you graduated from high school or university?
I totally lost at Name the Capital, by the way. My geography sucks.