If you check Barbara’s relationship status on facebook, apart from the time when she was married to Juliane, it says “It’s complicated”. I would say that it is much more than that, but that it is actually how all Slovenians I know are, and some other people from the rest of the world, including myself. Sometimes it is hard and painful to have a complicated heart, but if you ask me, I rather live some dramas and suffer from time to time and feel myself alive than having a tedious, routinely and flat line love life.
On the road again, Amanda, Sohaila and I drove from the Amon Empire to Ljubljana. It was my third time in Ljubljana in the last week and every time I was there I though it was going to be the last one. Even though we were stuffed with Amon’s glorious food, we met with Barbara, Kim and Kim’s boyfriend at a Mexican Restaurant in Ljubljana. Once again another Miami flashback came to my mind when I saw all those Miami people sitting around a table ordering Mojitos and Nachos.
After dinner we tried to get in Ljubljana’s fanciest club. While we were staying in the long line I kept having those Miami flashbacks of all of us staying in the line to get into Hooligan's. I even tried to go to the front to see if I knew someone so I could cut the line. In Spain we say “El mundo es un pañuelo” what literally means “World is a handkerchief” and its interpretation is “World is so small”. When I was walking back with Kim from the front of the line, she suddenly stopped to talk to someone she knew. This friend of Kim had another friend with him. His name Luis, Luis from Granada. We had a nostalgic conversation about Granada while we enjoyed that completely unexpected coincidence.
That night, we crashed at Barbara’s mom's comfortable house. Barbara’s mom was such a nice lady and she even had breakfast ready for us by the time we woke up.
And we hit the road again to reunite for the last time in Bled, a magic place by a lake with an old church in the middle of an island and a middle-age castle soaring on the background. Such a beautiful and impressive landscape that my camera broke.
That evening, back in Ljubljana, Kim and her boyfriend took care of me. I finally walked around downtown with them and saw the famous statue of the Slovenian poet who as a proper Slovenian also had a fucked up love life. He is together with his wife in the statue but he is looking somewhere else, where her muse used to be, or something like that.
This said, written on the Mexican Restaurant in Ljubljana summarizes and condenses all my feelings during the trip and still today.
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