Exploring & Escapades

bits & pieces of my travels

Bled

May Day, 2018. Two hours from Piran to Bled for this breathtaking view. Worth the drive.

I was enroute to the airport, so I didn’t have much time. But, if anything, you must know that the pictures could never do this place justice.

I don’t have a word to describe the blue. Or the way I felt watching the teeny tiny boats glide back and forth, seamlessly, seemingly, across glass. 

Piran

Endless day, endless sun. Time stood still. magic happened. The world was on my side.

Morning run along the coast, through a quiet, sleepy city. Past the resorts and then the fishermen. 

Dining alone on the waterfront, a local breeze, a local white wine, and a fishplatter for one.

Wander for photos, wander accidentally, find myself overlooking it all from the hillside. 

To the town walls for an even better view. Breathtaking. Then, open exploring. The fabled Fiesa path is real, and I’m on it. A serendipituous seaside stroll. Seaglass. Shoes-off. Seawall.

Pants rolled up, walking through the water back home. 

And then it ends. With an icecream sundae and an aperol spritz, a table on the pier directly in line with the setting sun. 

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I survived another day, just me in Slovenia. 

Sečovlje

Sečovlje – salt, sun, space. Early morning, before the crowds, not before the birds. Bright.

The entire place reminded me of Cape Cod in a way, the Cape Cod of wild Eastham and Orleans and Chatam; maybe it was the marsh or the wooden boardwalk or the color palette. 

But this is Slovenia. The Adriatic Sea. A salt marsh that has produced salt since the thirteenth century. 

Far away from home, but I don’t feel it. 

Piran

What I want to remember most about that first night in Piran is how the fresh, sweet, floral-sea smell hit me when I exited the car and made me instantly forget the knots in my stomach that had hurt me all week leading up to that moment, far from home, alone on the Adriatic. And I want to remember that first bite of strawberry icecream on the pier and how extra creamy and delicious it was.

Fresh. How it was all so fresh, so natural, so vibrant. So colorful. Lively, not crowded. 

On this evening, I have hardly been in this country for any time at all, and I already know it is one of the prettiest places that I’ll ever visit. 

Greenwich

Greenwich, center of the universe, center of sunshine on an April afternoon. The light was harsh and bright, and the park was overwhelmed by the crowds. 

Everyone out to feel the sun, to see the flowers – to be in love. Our friend proposed to our other friend right here on this hill, on this day; the most magical London day for me and, I believe, for all.

Cambridge Spring

Sunny, hot, summer-springtime, April in Cambridge. I had forgotten what it felt like to be warm, to walk freely sans rain coat or weighed down by boots and layers. 

So rare, and so wonderful. We had cocktails on the Varsity roof deck to celebrate. 

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