When I woke up I had more energy than I’d had for days. I was full of beans and excitement. My transport for my next two destinations was sorted, and I had a vague plan for how I was going to get from Konstanz to Paris. I had slept for almost twelve hours.
I showered and sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee with Nina.
“Thank you so much for yesterday. It really meant an awful lot to me how understanding and kind you were. I had hit burn out. But I feel so much better today. So thank you.”
“That’s OK. I just wish I’d known what to do…”
“You were perfect! You gave me a hug, you let me have some space in the evening, but most of all, you gave me an unending supply of muffins. You couldn’t have done more. Really. Thank you.” Continue reading →
We wandered the streets searching for somewhere serving something traditional.
Eventually we found a cafe with a window display of freshly baked Slovenian cakes. The establishment was called Gujžina Prekmurska Gostilna.
Naomi had tried Prekmurska Gibanica on her first morning here whilst I was still on the train, but I was yet to try the layers of filo pastry, poppy seed, apple, and cottage cheese.
We entered the dimly lit cafe and took a seat by the window.
The Prekmurska Gibanica was delicious. Not too sweet and not too creamy. It balanced the flavours beautifully. What I’d thought would be a gelatinous or soggy texture, was instead smooth. Continue reading →
Afraid of missing my train again I woke up at 6:30am to catch the 8:30am train to Ljubljana, Slovenia. It was a straight through journey. No changes. I just had to get there on time.
I slept badly. My bunk buddy snoring so loudly I thought there was an earthquake, as well as shouting in his sleep. It’s not really permissible to put a pillow over a stranger’s face, so I put it over my own instead, hoping to drown out the sound but with little to no avail.
I gathered my things and left. There was a metro stop right outside of Hostel Maverick so I didn’t have far to walk. I went to a bakery and bought some pastries for my journey, caught the metro, and in the bleary white morning light, found myself at my station with an hour to spare. Continue reading →