Vintgar Gorge, Slovenia
Traveling ranges anywhere between intricate laid-out plans and blind luck. I came to Lake Bled, Slovenia without much of an itinerary. I knew I'd be recovering from a crazy schedule of chasing the Dachstein Glacier, so all I wanted to do was hike around the hills, eat cheap food, row to castles, and veg out by the lake.
Slovenia is gorgeous-- no need to schedule tediously around bopping from one landmark to the next. It's an easy place to be in. The landscape is breathtaking. The towns are quaint. Everyone is friendly, humble, simple, and warm- something I haven't always experienced in my time abroad. And everyone speaking English helps heaps.
So I describe my time here as pure luck. I managed to bunk with Lizzy, an awesome girl from Washington DC who was in Europe for an internship working at a (wait for it) wolf conservation center, who wanted to see the Vintgar Gorges up in the hills, and shared my same itinerary.
I practically had a sidekick for my whole time in Slovenia.
This was my view when I stepped out from my hostel. Drumroll, please.
Off the beaten path
When I travel, especially on my own, I have to be careful to not get lost. Part of what I love about it is relying on instincts, attention, and street smarts. After navigating through plenty of cities on my own, I was relieved to let my guard down a bit. When you get to travel with someone else, getting lost is an adventure (read: less anxiety inducing).
So, a segue to this next photograph. Being off the beaten path-- or not on a path at all really-- en route to the Vintgar Gorges has never been so breathtaking.
Two heads are better than one, they say.
So despite the fact that we failed to find a clearly marked path to the gorges, we figure it out anyways. I will always say this; Lizzy helped me get through Slovenia. And my, god, it's stunning. Thank you, Slovenia.