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Tolmin and the Soča Valley, Slovenia

These photos are from my last road trip, which was mid-June last year so it's been awhile. I drove through the Soča Valley in Slovenia on the way to Croatia again, this time stopping to do a little exploring. I went to the Tolmin Gorge near the border of Italy. It was a gorgeous morning after a pretty terrible first day full of cold and rainy conditions. 

        

                

My green machine. 

Schoolkids on a field trip.

On Krk at the family's estate for my cousin's wedding.

Lotti, my cousins' sweet puppy dog

Obligatory grandma shots

Fun with shadows on the rooftop.

You can still spot Marshall Tito everywhere in Croatia

Cres revisited

I visited my aunt and uncle in Cres (on the island of Cres, naturally) again but stayed for a couple of days this time. I think I'd like to stay even longer next time. My cousins are visiting next week and I would've really loved to be there at the same time as them, but they chose a lousy time to go--the high season. It was crowded when I was there before high season even started. Anyway, I spent my days laying near the beach, drinking beer, catching some rays, and longing for someone else to be there to share the beauty with me. That was the only thing missing. I took a long stroll down the coast the first day to find the optimal spot to swim. Unfortunately, the nude beach was not it. But don't worry, you won't see any nude folks here. It would've been rude to photograph them. Plus, the people who choose to go nude usually should not. Now for the photos.
I sure look happy! There was a procession going on because it was a holiday. I could hear the singing from the watchtower as the sun set. Some guy walking past my aunt and uncle's place with some sheep.

Departing Cres on the bus.



From the ferry.



This is such a freaky picture I can barely look at it (people who know me well know why I say that), but the colors are so beautiful and I love the lines of the photo.


Back on the mainland on another bus heading to Opatija.


Arriving in the Dolomites was a bit depressing the first night--until I got to my host's place!