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. 

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