Enter the Dragon

Slovenia has been a quick but sunny stop on the road of life and the road of streets. It would not surprise me if J.R.R Tolken stoped through here at some point in his life and took great inspiration for the Lord of the Rings books. This country is truly a modern Middle Earth. There are pristine saw toothed mountians looking to the north with a frosting of perfect white snow whose tops were, today, pintoed by the shadows stray puffs of cloud. There are numerous mountian top castles that stand guard over towns of carved stone buildings. Ljubljana, the capitol where I am at the moment, has one of these castles and an old bridge crossing a mideval river pramenade whose four corners are stationed by four VW sized bronze statues of snarling winged dragons. The statues have turned green from the weather and you cant see the top of the castle on the mountan untill you tilt your head back enough to get your nose over your brow. This little town I visited today is called Bled. Another Tolken like name. I kept thinking the past tense of bleed. There is an island in the middle of a sparking lake where sits a perfect little church built from white stone. The church is the most perfectly organic structue to be built on that site, as if the island kept growing upward out of the soil and trees like a stalagmite in a cave. My conversation with the itinerant watercolor artist revealed the unsettling fact that this is the first winter in memory where there was no ice on the lake at this time. "Yeah thats really f-ed up" I said standing there in my T-shirt. He said you could walk out to the church across the ice 3 months out of the year and now its only accessable by row boat. Everyone is talking about," Zee global heating."

Oh that reminds me of when I was in Zagreb the guys who owned the hostel kept calling me "Brooklyn." and then they kept saying in their Croatian accents, " Ey Brooklyn...Foo ged aboudit! Ey Brooklyn.. Foo ged aboudit!"

Mamamia.