Now back in Calgary, with stories left untold, future adventures to be planned and prizes left to be given ( call it bribery but I prefer the term incentive) the blog continues on. While on our trip the blog had over 4000 views. Hopefully I didn’t offend more than a couple of thousand times. I can’t tell who all of you are but it has been great fun imagining people at their computer screen, tablet or phone journeying along ( and hopefully not rolling their eyes too often). Some days I almost believed I could feel some of you were pushing my bike. I don’t know where you all disappeared to the day of the pouring rain but no one was cleaning my glasses or pouring the water out of my shoes that’s for sure. I suppose you were sipping hot chocolate or something sensible like that. At any rate my heartfelt gratitude for your willingness to come back to see what might happen next.
Being able to share the photos you got to see a lot of the experience….but how might I share some of the tantalizing smells along the way? The pine forests, the endless aromas of the flowers wafting from their appointed boxes, the damp haying laying in tidy fashion on the racks….
Even this little plant at a lunch stop had a scent…just ever so faint. Does anyone have any idea what this plant is? Could it possibly grow in Canada under the care, or lack there of, of said blog writer born without green thumbs?
The photo above is the little inn that our group arrived to in the village of Vopovlje. Due to construction, not to mention Eurobasket, the European basketball competition going on at the time, the lodging was a last minute substitution from the usual stop on the Nichols’ Slovenian tour. We arrived at the village after winding our way through the miles of surrounding corn fields, the aroma of harvest hanging in the air. The flower boxes, as you can clearly see were stunning. Obviously the Slovenian Postcard Federation were giving this stop full marks. But wait…what is that smell??? Nope… definitely not the flower boxes…a more agricultural odor. Now glance across the street…and I mean this view is directly opposite the gargantuan flower display of the inn….
Yes that my friends is a very fine giant hill of manure wafting it’s fragrance straight over to the neighbors quaint countryside inn. I thought it amazing that the owner of our accommodation wasn’t throwing pitchforks at the farmer as he wheel barrowed the manure about the property. Maybe it’s the Slovenian way. Come to think of it…maybe that’s why the flower boxes grew so well.