Naked maidens, snarling gargoyles, screaming faces, writhing snakes, flying dragons, prancing peacocks, and heroic gods and goddesses: does this sound like a recipe for a fantasy novel?
When visiting a city for the first time, it’s hard to know exactly what to expect … but something has drawn you there. It could be grand architecture, incredible museums, world class dining or amazing entertainment. Whatever the motivation, in the end, your impression of the city reflects the sum of its parts.
To the delight of winter-weary northerners and the dread of allergy sufferers, spring has sprung. The annual flower show has begun and Mother Nature’s floral minions, the bees, are out in force.
On a crisp Fall day with clear, azure skies it’s hard to take a bad photo – but I’m having no luck. It’s “Blue on Blue.” My subject seems to blend right into the sky and nearly disappear – except for the white icing and sparkly bits.
“The only thing I know about Slovakia is what I learned first-hand from your foreign minister, who came to Texas.” —Then governor George W. Bush replying to a Slovak journalist. Actually, Bush met the Prime Minister of Slovenia, not Slovakia.
You should’ve heard the conversation. We were strolling through the fantastic open-air City Market in lovely Ljubljana, admiring the rows of fresh produce, local honey, and the straight-from-the greenhouse mums.
I’ve always been a four-seasons-kinda girl. I’m not talking about hotels or restaurants, but rather the changing of the seasons. And I love each and every one of them for entirely different reasons. So when we landed in lovely Ljubljana, my heart soared. It was Fall.