Novo Mesto to Kamnik - Friday

Uros insisted on giving us a ride to the train.  Our trip went fairly smoothly.  We've learned to read the train schedules and learned not to sit in first class.  We've learned not to ask the conductor anything because they are old Slavs and don't speak English.  We've learned you get off the train fast (as in really fast) or you end up in Austria.

We managed the transfer in Ljubljana easily and had two double seats facing each other on the train to Kamnik.  Across the aisle was a cute little Slovenian girl (3 year old) singing Twinkle Twinkle perfectly in English.  Her name was Mia and she had a pretty big repertoire including Old McDonald and The alphabet song.  Her mother, who speaks Slovene, Serb, English, Spanish, Italian and who knows what else, is teaching her English.

Most of the young Slovenians speak English and German also --and I don't know how many add Hungarian to that list.  They remind me of the Dutch--a small country surrounded by bigger ones.  Nobody is going to learn their language so they have to learn everybody else's.

The scenery along the route was beautiful.  Slovenia is thickly wooded--and in between forests are small farms--very very green, even though it's September.  There are little villages every few miles, always with a picturesque church with a tall steeple.  Everything is extremely neat and clean.

We came to Kamnik for the fall festival which started this evening in the town square with a band and majorettes twirling lighted batons.  It was raining but they didn't seem to care.  It seemed like a local crowd--families out with their kids.

Top photo:  umbrellas, majorettes and a band!
Bottom photo:  corn field on the way to Kamnik