Trieste afternoon

On the way to Croatia, we stopped in Trieste, Italy, which is a quiet seaside town.

Driving into town, Carrie and I were happy we packed our Depends. Cobblestone streets, parked cars, meeting cars on these mini roads, steep cliff grade, what else? Mirrors to get around corners.

A sweet resting Italian couple.

Big bad Italy.

I get the feeling they think Germans are tacky!

We accidentally wore matching outfits. Just like old times.

Free food which came with our drinks. No complaints here.

Road trippin' with the Schultz Girls

Carrie's attempt at a photo out the window

And while we were driving photo

Coming into Austria

More driving car pics...

Ljubljana

Tried to upload some of our crazy photos but my baby computer is not feeling like the internet connection tonight. So. Please hold breath. I promise they will be coming.

We had a delightful dinner- this is one of the most romantic towns I've visited. Quiet, unassuming, stylish... feels a little like a mini peaceful Paris. That's not even the right description. I guess I'd say on my second trip to Slovenia, it's again been more than I would've imagined. Truly one of the nicest countries I have ever visited.

Carrie's here!

She made it til 8:00PM before falling asleep, and then made it til 7:15AM this morning when I woke her up. What a good traveler! :)

iv by Michael Ondaatje

What we lost.

The interior love poem
the deeper levels of the self
landscapes of daily life

dates when the abandonment
of certain principles occurred.

The rule of courtesy- how to enter
a temple or forest, how to touch
a master's feet before lesson or performance.

The art of the drum. The art of eye-painting.
How to cut an arrow. Gestures between lovers.
The pattern of her teeth marks on his skin
drawn by a monk from memory.

The limits of betrayal. The five ways
a lover could mock an ex-lover.

Nine finger and eye gestures
to signal key emotions.

The small boats of solitude.

Lyrics that sore
from love
back into the air

naked with guile
and praise.

Our works and days.

We knew how monsoons
(south-west, north-east)
would govern behaviour

and when to discover
the knowledge of the dead

hidden in clouds,
in rivers, in unbroken rock.

All this we burned or traded for power and weatlh
from the eight compass points of vengeance

from the two levels of envy