Travel Memories:
Street Theatre Festival in Slovenia

Visiting Slovenia the first week of July in 2009 was one of those happy travel accidents – I had no idea that the Ana Desetnica summer theatre festival was going on that week but now can’t imagine the lovely little capital city of Ljubljana without the huge festival tents and impromptu street performances that took over the green lawns and parks throughout the city-center.
In fact, I actually love the theatre festivals I’ve seen all over the world so much that when I was floundering recently …

After yesterday’s rant it still seems a little self indulgent to admit that I spent ten whole days in Slovenia’s capital city and I really didn’t do a whole lot. Helen and I were getting burnt out so we decided to head straight for the capital and spend a few days purely relaxing before the street theatre madness descended upon the city.
One of the biggest indulgences of the week? Movies!!!! And not just the bootleg DVDs that I bought in Nepal to pass the time (I know it’s wrong to …

A matte, vibrant, solid pink, nearly naked derriere was bent over and pointed in my direction as I approached the green park in the city center of Ljublijana, the capital of city of Slovenia. My first thought?
Ahh…welcome home.

I love theatre completely and with the whole of my heart and interactive street theatre is so up my alley (those who know me from way back remember the days of 16th century Renaissance Festival costumes). But, the situation at hand was tricky because fast approaching me now was another member of …

The bold announcement from our tour guide that one good rub on the golden goat would take the rain and clouds away was the only impetus I needed to scramble up onto the statue and rub it with all of the vigor possible in my little arm.

I booked myself onto an organized tour because the days and days of rain made it a bit impossible to get in all of the planned hiking and nature walking through the north of Slovenia. The Emerald River day tour was pricey – like …

The tinkling sound of an accordion approached the patio door as I was sitting on the couch, listening to the unintelligible Slovenian chatter all around me. The music floated increasingly closer and was much to close to be a coincidence.
Within minutes of the lively accordion stepping through the patio door and playing some rollicking tunes my host’s father grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the impromptu dance floor for a bit of lively (and awkward) dancing…just watching this video makes me wish that I ever learned to to follow …