It’s August and we are back in Ljubljana, Slovenia, the city where all was happening to me until almost five years ago when I just had to move to Tuscany. I’m almost certain that Ljubljana understands.
Unless, of course, it doesn’t and decided to punish me.
This is where we stopped a few Thursdays ago, next to the tunnel under the Castle hill where Gornji trg (or Upper Square) and Old Ljubljana begin. It is one of the prettiest parts of the city and yet lies just outside the regular tourist route. Or maybe that’s why. I did it all on that hot August day and still suffer for it. My Achilles tendons were severely challenged in flat leather sandals.
And don’t you know it, today I saw that Norm of Thursday Doors fame has encountered a similar setback. Forget sex and drugs and rock’n’roll, doorscursions will get us in the end!