It was a wonderful feeling to be able to cross over what was once a highly guarded border between Italy and Yugoslavia. On July 4, 2009 all we had to do was step over a manhole cover in Nova Gorica. My, how times have changed! Nova Gorica only became a city after WWII.
Sill, thoughts of my father's family were with me on this day.
We were lucky (and John was brave) enough to rent a car to enjoy the last part of our trip. We got the car in Nova Gorica (in the Park Hotel and Casino!) and drove up the west border near Italy, along the Soca river. The twists and turns were magnificent. This video is a short portion of the beginning of the drive. The real white-knuckle part came higher in the mountains. Honestly, it wasn't too bad, but the whole trip to Bohinj was so amazing and overwhelmingly beautiful that I couldn't even try to film it. Hold on to your hats, here's a bit of the drive:
The flag of Slovenia features Triglav Mountain. Here's my favorite photo of the real thing.
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