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... largely Italian culturally but part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire until the end of WWI, then part of Italy through WWII, and then part of Yugoslavia until its breakup in the early 1990s. Most of the Italian population left the region after WWII, but from the sound of things the Austrians and Italians have all returned as tourists. And I can see why. Of all the coastal Istrian towns I saw I found Piran to be the ...
... ancient and beautiful towns.
It takes about 2½ hours from Ljubljana to Portoroz with Piran only another 5 minutes away. These towns are on the Adriatic coast and are sometimes referred to as Slovenia's Riviera. It’s easy to see why. When we left Ljubljana the day was very overcast with rain threatening. As we drove through the mountains we were greeted by ever lowering clouds ...
... shop. They found a second hand tyre as all the factories in Italy were on holiday and Anton and Kerry had to put it back under the Beast. Well ... it really poured and we were parked on the road on a slope and the water started to waterfall down the road. The video tells the story better than I could. There they were under the van with water pouring past them, Kerry in his togs and Anton in his shorts getting drowned. It ...
... Bobby well he has just turned into a fish. We had lots of fun at the pool and obviously needed refreshment so Mr T and I partook in a cocktail don't you know! We have included a photo of the grumpiest lifeguard ever she was ever so slightly whistle happy but we got a smile out of her in the end! After a busy day everyone fell asleep so it's a solo effort on the blog today ...
... I'm afraid we're in for some of that weather this coming week . . Oh well . . .
As we were trudging along the streets of Venice, dragging our suitcases, carrying our backpacks, stomachs growling, feet dragging . . I was wondering why I thought this place was so wonderful and magical . . . :-) :-). Not thinking much about magic at that point in time . . We were going up and down many sets of steps, over bridges, ...