By The Waters

I'm blogging live (unlike most of my posts, which are carefully smuggled past the censors and published weeks later) from beautiful Lake Bled. I have pictures but not the cable that connects my camera to the computer, so you'll have to make do with outside shots. Note: The outside shots seriously misrepresent the current color of the sky and visibility of the mountains. They do not, however, misrepresent the overall gorgeousness of the lake area. The parents and I got here after a lovely hour-long bus ride, which took us through a not-insignificant portion of Slovenia. It really is a beautiful country.

Speaking of "by the waters," Roberto showed me some photos of his hometown last night. Photos like this. And this. And this. I mean, I did grow up just a couple of miles from the Long Island Sound, so I figure we had pretty much the same experience. Not to insult the Sound—it's quite lovely as sounds go—but it sure ain't the Mediterranean.

Adam came this week, which was a treat. I think at his sightseeing pace he managed to see as much in one day as my parents saw in five. We walked around and chatted, had meals with my parents, and generally had a nice time. It was great to see a friend over here. By the way, if any of YOU want to be that friend, please consider coming to Budapest and Prague with me from July 30th to August 6th. Natalie's joining me for leg one of EuroTour 2009 (Ljubljana and Dubrovnik from July 24th to July 30th), but then she has to "work" (excuses, excuses), so I'm on my own. But I'd love company. Spread the word.

It's great that so much has been going on this past week or so, but I can't help feeling a little sad that it's all happening at once, and so close to the end of my stay. For the first five weeks, I spent pretty much all my time alone wishing I had just one person to hang out with. Now I'm at Bled with my parents, which is great, I've been looking forward to it, but I also kind of wish I was spending the weekend back in the apartment in Ljubljana. I know, I know, your pity is overwhelming. But it's my blog and I'll kvetch if I want to. Pshaw.