Ljubljana, Slovenia

Late check-in, but the morning makes up for it. When you peel back the curtains and suddenly find yourself inside of a fairytale, the stress and the worry and the exasperation of the night before melt away. 

I can't remember where I kept my bike as a kid, but I do remember the freedom her pedals gave me. Looping circles around the block, singing made up lyrics to made up songs out loud. That's a part of myself I'd like to get back to -- fantastical dreams with wild abandon. Ljubljana's tiny streets, painted buildings, sweet croissants, BIKES AND DOGS AND MAGICAL CASTLES ON HILLS.

Here, I felt like a kid again.

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