Since today is my grandma’s birthday, I’m taking you on a door tour through Maribor, her city, where my father was born. It is also Slovenia’s city number 2.
We visited her often and I spent many happy times with her, but she died two years before I moved to Tuscany almost nine years ago. I only returned to Maribor three times since: in the summers of 2014, 2017 and 2021. Here are some of the doors I captured on all three occasions.
First, a funny story from the first time. We reached the cemetery and just as I was trying to figure it out and remember where my grandma and grandpa were buried, a heavy downpour forced us to return to the car. Roman people carry no umbrellas. My Roman man, used to short showers, suggested we waited it out in the car. Half an hour later he, bestia and I were all asleep.
The rain didn’t stop for three days. The first thing we did when we woke up was go to buy new windshield wipers.
When we returned in the sunshine, I got totally lost, had to admit defeat and inquire in the office about the location of the grave, no matter how many times grandma had taken me along to visit her husband, my grandpa, who died on her birthday. Today.
More memories of them in my blogging history at the end of this post, and now a selection of Maribor doors and sights, starting with the Old Vine, officially the oldest vine in the world (how could they be sure?). And my father has its descendent growing in his garden in Piran, on the other side of the country.
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This day in my blogging history
So many words!
Could have done it in fewer. (Read all)
It was always so good.
You were always so there. (Read all)