Alright, it's been a few days, so I'm breaking this into a few posts.
You know in cartoons when someone turns the water on and the hose swirls and the person frantically tries to catch it, making a mess in the meantime?
Well, that's what I did Friday night at the hostel I finally made my way to in Nova Gorica. I left the library after my last post and hopped on the bus and got off in Rozna Dolina, a little village right on the Italian border. I was thrilled to have my own room with my own bathroom, so I decided I would dump out my entire bag, spread things out everywhere and take a nice, long, hot shower.
It wasn't a stationary shower head though, it was one of those stupid moveable ones, with the long cord. Can't remember what they're called and while they're great in theory, that's how water ended up on the ceiling -- and all over the wall and floor -- of my hostel in tiny Rozna Dolina.
But, I did get my long, hot shower and a decent nights sleep. Although I'm pretty sure a Spanish couple were sitting outside my window and they talked forever.
The next morning, got up early, waited a good 45 minutes or more for the bus back to Nova Gorica. Walked, and got lost again, through town to the train station, caught the shuttle across the border to the Italian train station and headed the two-hours to Venice.
You know in cartoons when someone turns the water on and the hose swirls and the person frantically tries to catch it, making a mess in the meantime?
Well, that's what I did Friday night at the hostel I finally made my way to in Nova Gorica. I left the library after my last post and hopped on the bus and got off in Rozna Dolina, a little village right on the Italian border. I was thrilled to have my own room with my own bathroom, so I decided I would dump out my entire bag, spread things out everywhere and take a nice, long, hot shower.
It wasn't a stationary shower head though, it was one of those stupid moveable ones, with the long cord. Can't remember what they're called and while they're great in theory, that's how water ended up on the ceiling -- and all over the wall and floor -- of my hostel in tiny Rozna Dolina.
But, I did get my long, hot shower and a decent nights sleep. Although I'm pretty sure a Spanish couple were sitting outside my window and they talked forever.
The next morning, got up early, waited a good 45 minutes or more for the bus back to Nova Gorica. Walked, and got lost again, through town to the train station, caught the shuttle across the border to the Italian train station and headed the two-hours to Venice.
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