With my time in Croatia quickly coming to an end, I was determined to squeeze in every last excursion. While researching places to visit online, I stumbled on Ljubljana, the capital of Slovenia. Not realizing it was just across the border, the beautiful photos captured my attention. My project is to write about Croatia, not Slovenia. But since both were part of the former Yugoslavia, share a border and speak practically the same language I justified the trip.
I have become quite skilled at finding good accommodation online. Websites that provide photos, maps and reviews offer a comprehensive way to choose the perfect place. I zeroed in on a room for rent that claimed to be in the heart of town, recently renovated and very reasonably priced. The icing on the cake was that they gave me explicit instructions on how to get there by train from Zagreb. So, on a Sunday I made reservations for arrival the very next day! Last minute travel plans are always the most exciting!
From my apartment, I walked to the train station in Bjelovar for travel to Zagreb. From there I take the nonstop train to Ljubjlana. The train is coming from Belgrade, Serbia and is already 10 minutes late. Several passengers are standing on the platform looking around and checking their watches. I decide to stop a passing conductor and ask him what the problem is. He looks up at one of the monitors and says that our train will be seven hours late. My mouth drops open. Really?? Seven hours?? Trains running late is fairly normal but seven hours late is not. All sorts of ideas fly through my head. I could visit my friend Mark who lives close by or I could do some sight seeing in Zagreb to pass the time. I go into the terminal and ask someone at the information desk if she knows exactly when the train is going to be here and she says it should arrive in the next 5 minutes. Glad I double checked!! What was that conductor thinking??
Thin Theo enjoying the train ride http://lifedigs.blogspot.com/2014/01/meet-thin-theodore.html |
Less than an hour into the trip we reach the Slovenian border. Both Croatian and Slovenian border guards board the train and check our passports. The landscape changes almost instantly as we enter Slovenia. The green landscape gets greener and the hills get hillier. We follow the River Sava through the mountains into what can be best described as a scene from a Hans Christian Andersen fable. It was fantastic! Adding to the dramatic effect, I notice that all of the homes have very steep roofs. Later it was explained to me that this is to keep the weight of the snow off of the homes. Makes sense.
When we arrive to Ljubjlana I am starving. I practically race off of the train and make a beeline in the direction of Old Town. According to my instructions I am to turn right at the Dragon Bridge. Sure enough, I am greeted by 2 large dragon statues at the Ljubljanica River. One of the legends of the dragons is from Greek mythology where Jason and his Argonauts killed a dragon in Ljubljana. The other legend involves St. George, the patron saint of the Ljubljana Castle Chapel built in the 15th century. He is commonly depicted killing a dragon in paintings. Others believe the dragon was just added as decoration to the Ljubjlana coat of arms.
Just a few steps down from the Dragon Bridge I find my apartment...right on the river! It's a fabulous location and I can't believe how lucky I am. The inside is completely renovated and it is like staying in a brand new and modern hotel. I spend exactly 60 seconds freshening up and hit the pavement to find a restaurant.
The first outdoor restaurant I come to looks nice enough so I plop down and take in my view of the Ljubljanica River which travels into Old Town. I order a smoked salmon salad and the waiter brings
me fresh rolls. I get out my camera and start shooting photos from my seat. Out of the corner of my eye I notice the napkin of my bread basket moving. When I look down a sparrow pops out from under the napkin, clearly helping himself to my dinner rolls. He looks at me and then sticks his head back under the napkin for some more bread. He continues this popping in and out for quite some time which gives me an opportunity to catch it on film. If it wasn't so hilarious I would be annoyed because it's really good bread and I don't want to share. A little while later I am holding a small piece of bread between my fingers when a very aggressive sparrow swoops down and snatches it out of my hand. The waiter tells me not to feed the birds. Ha!
With only 48 hours to spend in Ljubjlana I make this quick itinerary of things to see and do.
River boat cruise
Train to castle
Outdoor Market
Tivoli Park
The river boat cruise, which costs 10 euros, is relaxing and a good way to see some of the city. I admit I am more interested in the 4 different conversations going on around me in 4 different languages: Italian, Spanish, German and Slovenian. The way each culture interacts with each other is similar but with subtle differences. It's probably not a surprise that the Italians talk the loudest.
View from the river boat. |
I look up and see the imposing castle up on the hill and know that's my next stop.
Ljubljana Castle |
Ljubljana Castle |
After touring the inside of the castle I take a coffee break in the courtyard. It's a very relaxing moment and I think how lucky Europeans are to be surrounded by such amazing beauty and majesty everyday of their lives. I look around at the other coffee drinkers (they each have a dog with them, by the way) and they look more like locals than tourists. Can you imagine telling your friend to meet you at the castle for coffee or telling your boss you are taking your coffee break up at the castle?
Ljubljana's Central Market stretches between the Dragon Bridge and the Triple Bridge in the city center. It includes an outdoor market in Vodnikov Square and a covered market along the river. It is an explosion of color and smells from the beautiful produce and flowers of local farmers to the fresh bread baked in wood fired ovens. You can find smoked meats, fresh cheese, even clothing and shoes. The citizens of Ljubljana show up to do a little shopping and a lot of mingling. I want to buy something from every booth but I settle on a handful of tangerines.
I walk over to the Triple Bridge and take a rest at the Statue of the Slovenian poet, France Prešeren. I eat a tangerine and people watch. The pedestrians all seem to be tourists and the hundreds of bicyclists seem to be locals. Street performers compete for your attention and your tips. One particular group of men is singing traditional folk songs (with a Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra song thrown in every so often). I can't tell what language they are singing but I think they are fantastic.
My last item on the checklist is Tivoli Park. Designed in 1813, it's a 10 minute walk from the city center and covers over 1,200 acres. Here you will find locals sitting under trees reading books and picnicking, groups of college kids playing soccer, bike riders zipping through, and people relaxing on park benches. It's beautiful, peaceful and a perfect final tourist stop for my trip.
I find the people in Ljubjlana to be extremely friendly, hip and a bit funky. As a matter of fact, the town is pretty funky. Many shops are brightly colored with unique handmade items crafted by the designers themselves at a work table in the middle of the store. Even though this is a capital city, the attitude everywhere seems to be very relaxed with a small town feel. I've never been to Amsterdam but I imagine it's a lot like this.
Sadly, it is time to head home (My Croatian home, that is). This time I share a compartment on the train with a Serbian man named Zravko. We have a great conversation and he explains to me he is half Croatian, half Serbian, works in Zurich and lives in Belgrade. Now that's quite a commute! I show him the video I took of the men singing in Ljubljana and he exclaimed, "Gypsy music!" I tell him how much I loved it and I thought it sounded like Croatian or Serbian folk music. He explains that they sound very similar and says he has a present for me. He reaches into his suitcase and pulls out a boxed set of gypsy music. Each CD is music from a different country, Hungary, Croatian, Romania, etc. I tell him I can't accept such a nice gift and he waves me off. He says, "I collect gypsy music and I have thousands of cd's."
I don't know why I wanted so badly to have a compartment to myself. Sharing stories with locals is a fantastic way to learn about their culture and just a lovely way to spend an afternoon.
The view from the train ride home. |
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