Slovenia
June 23- 26, 2014
Otcek, Slovenia. The "S" country or ass country as Luca writes in texts. We are on the porch of our tiny vineyard cabin, having already filled up our liter of wine once from the giant steel drum in our basement. The key barely fitting in Luca's short's pocket.
We cooked our dinner in the outside oven, burying potatoes in the ashes and while we wait for them to smolder, Luca struggles to remember "Yesterday" on the guitar and kills moths that get too close.
"Sono contenta," I want to say. Would Luca need to correct me? forse, magari...
Breakfast delivered.
"We have a small farm," she said. Eggs, yogurt, plum jam, milk.
Otcek, Slovenia. The "S" country or ass country as Luca writes in texts. We are on the porch of our tiny vineyard cabin, having already filled up our liter of wine once from the giant steel drum in our basement. The key barely fitting in Luca's short's pocket.
We cooked our dinner in the outside oven, burying potatoes in the ashes and while we wait for them to smolder, Luca struggles to remember "Yesterday" on the guitar and kills moths that get too close.
"Sono contenta," I want to say. Would Luca need to correct me? forse, magari...
Breakfast delivered.
"We have a small farm," she said. Eggs, yogurt, plum jam, milk.
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