No matter how I’m more than ready for it to end, on Thursday the winter only just begins. Try not to think about that.
The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (reblogged from Nes Felicio Photography)
Mal di Maremma is real. (As is mal d’Africa, the feeling of nostalgia of those who have visited Africa and want to go back.) I knew I’d need it one day, the quotation above, perfect for one whole week of waiting for the sun. It’s not been raining all of the time, it was snowing too, and the last few days have been dry but cold and covered. I’ve got the best of both worlds, I like to say, but I hope it doesn’t stay so cruelly divided: no rain there, no sun here.
I’ve seen it today though, the sun, weak but brave. It’s here to stay, it says, adding in a whisper that at home it’s stronger.
Here is the past week in people and glimpses of the (non) sun. But even without it, each our visit to Slovenia is always varied and wonderful. Thank you to everybody, even the dentist.