Slovenia

Okay, Lake Bled speaks for itself in pictures.  It really looks like a postcard.  We stayed in a pension on the Lake, so that if I sat on the window ledge, I could look out at the lake and castle.  It has been settled since the Stone Age.

What I am choosing to write about is a day trip we took into the mountain villages.  Since we had a car, we decided to explore the area.  The Alps are looming, so you can't lose on a clear day.  At one point we could see a church up on a bluff.  Jack asked if I was up for trying to find it, of course, I said yes.  So we began to make our way up the winding, narrow rode.  Suddenly, Jack said, "Oh no!" and I got a glimpse of a yellow motor bike sliding toward us at high speed.  Then I heard it hit the car, scrape along the side, and nothing.  We jumped out of the car, praying that the bike and driver were not under our wheels!  Thank god, he had slid beyond the car and was laying in the rode.  As we ran to him, he was pulling the bike off of him.  "Are you okay?" we asked.  He nodded.  As he stood up I saw that he was in a uniform including a yellow helmet with the postal logo on it.  His pants were torn along the hip where he had slid on the rode and the bike was leaking fluid, but other than that, he seemed okay.  However, he spoke only slovenian.  He said something to us that sounded to me like "police report", so I nodded, yes.  He pulled his bike out of the rode and got on his cell.  We had to wait about an hour for the police to show up.  Meanwhile, we helped him put dirt on the spillage on the rode and nodded and smiled.  The cops showed up and luckily, they spoke some english.  Both Jack and the postman were given breathalyzer tests.  The cops and the postman did lots of talking which was weird because we had no idea what they were saying and if we were being blamed for the accident.  An accident report was filled out along with a diagram of the event.   I picked up no blaming body language from the postman or the cops.  We replied that it was an accident with no one at fault.  When the official proceedings (measuring, sanding the skid, etc.) were finished, the cops told us that we could go.  The postman came over, offered his hand and said, "Sorry".  It was a touching, human moment for me.

The lucky thing is that Jack had decided to buy the additional insurance on the car when he rented it.  He usually passes.  So it only cost us 200 Euros for the damage to the rental.