Ljubljana to Zagreb

I was on the train by 9:50 this morning despite a lack of sleep. sadly my connecting train was missed due to a delay on the first leg of the trip, meaning I missed out on a brief return to Bled - the beautiful lake I’d visited with my family many years ago. with my bags I wandered around the quiet murmur of houses surrounding the train tracks, drawing stares from old men fishing for chestnuts amidst the blanket of leaves on the dewy grass.

the train to Zagreb was beautiful, running along rivers through the fog. I slept a while, and by the time I made it to my hostel I was pretty hungry. I found myself a table at a place that serves struck - a traditional baked dish with layers of cheese and pastry. it rained all day in both countries, and though my clothes were soaked I enjoyed the drizzle on my walk back to the hostel.

sleepy and hoping the rain stops tonight - I’m hoping to run in the morning. <<