My mom always said she never liked mountains for they obscure the horizon. But I don’t know, there’s something about seeing the green meet the blue sky, almost godly. As we unknowingly enter Slovenia by bus we catch a train to go even further. The station is very small with terra-cotta flower pots hanging at the end of wooden beams. Quite lovely. When our trains arrives we’re greeted by a colorful work of art. I’m not sure if it was done by design or graffiti but I found it to be charming. Ayoib, a fellow traveller thinks graffiti is recognized as a form of art and far more beautiful than a dirty wall. I don’t know if that’s true but I would have to agree. I find Slovenia to be colorful with its green landscapes speckled with brown and white from the goats on the sloping hillside, the colorful train running through the land with its yellow, blue, and red.
The air smells clean to my lungs and a bit crisp. It smells like earth. The way the sun peeps through the trees, it hits the stones and makes it glisten as we slowly drive by. We’re chasing summer and it appears that Slovenia is too.

On the outskirts of Slovenia the graffiti is of flowers, and peaceful, organized, it’s strange to see but at the the same time very pleasant.

The city of Slovenia: very different from the outskirts. Daniel and I walked off the train and in a block or so there were a group of men sitting. As we walked by they stopped in mid conversation and stared at us both until we walked away out of sight. It seemed to be the theme thought out the city- for the both of us. We both got stares and maybe it had something to do with our darker features but I’m not sure. The graffiti and town were a little more obscure than what we’ve seen it the past but still a very interesting place to see.

Tid bit for the day: Knowing the history of a place can help with understanding their culture.

I’m about to pass out- so tired.