After an eleven day splurge in Italy, we found ourselves crossing into the country that we’ve had our travel sights set on since we began planning this adventure over a year ago. Something about Slovenia has been drawing us in like a magnet, and now that we’re here, it’s quickly and unabashedly revealing itself to us. Our first stop, the capital city of Ljubljana is only a few hours drive from Venice, but it bears very little resemblance to that epic port city, and indeed the entire country of Slovenia takes on a completely different feel than it’s neighbor to the west. The first thing I noticed was the air. It’s got a quality to it that is crisp and delicious. And it smells good here. Then there’s the water. Slovenia is renowned for having some of the finest drinking water on the planet, and they know it. The government declared in 2016 that access to pure water is a sovereign right for all citizens and therefore has placed strong protections on maintaining pristine water throughout the nation. It is now written into the Slovenian constitution that water cannot be regarded as a market commodity, and that international corporations cannot exploit Slovenia’s water resources for commercial gain.
As our ongoing, open-ended journey continues, we slipped out of slow-travel mode for a spell to indulge in a quick little 11 day tour of northeastern Italy. For quite a while now, we’ve had our travel sights set on the southeastern region of Europe that lines the eastern shore of the Adriatic Sea, and we plan to explore that area thoroughly over the next 5 months. We were able to score a cheap airfare from Mexico to Milan, so it seemed a shame not to take in some of the splendor of Italy along the way.
After a quick look around Milan in the daze of jet lag, we spent 4 days in the medieval city of Verona, another 4 in the picturesque town of Malcesine on Lake Garda and then two nights in Venice. It took a few days to get over the sticker shock, as we were suddenly spending 3 times more per day than we were in Mexico for the same level of comfort. We probably could’ve scrimped hard and only spent double of what we were used to, but what fun would that be in a country like Italy, gushing with food and fun. Certainly we knew what we were getting into well ahead of our arrival, and we also know that we’re headed for more frugal times in Eastern Europe, so we designated Italy as a splurge destination. After all, if you’re not in it to enjoy, then why even bother to travel?
This past week, since we landed in Italy, has felt like a decompression period, allowing our bodies to recalibrate to the 7 hour time difference and giving our perspectives the space to adjust to cultural differences. Initially, I felt a tad melancholy leaving Mexico behind. Nation of chefs, artists, musicians and lovers. Land of eggs sold individually, free tortillas with every meal and snack vendors on every bus ride. A place where strangers greet strangers with “holas”, people refer to you as amigo whether they know you or not and the typical greeting is a hug (with a peck on the cheek if a woman is involved). Some adjectives that readily come to mind when thinking about the people of Mexico are carefree, tolerant and unobtrusive. Perhaps some foreigners may interpret those same traits as lazy, indifferent and unhelpful, but I would postulate that those folks haven’t taken the time or allowed themselves to slide below the surface a bit and get to know the true Mexican character.
Our short stay in Puebla was a mixed bag. On the one hand, this big, bustling city is full of color and creativity around almost every corner, and the cuisine here is some of the tastiest in the whole country. On the other hand, there is an undeniable accumulation of poverty and filth throughout the city, and at least for us, there was a large dollop of misinformation. Never in my life have I encountered so much false information in one place by so many different people in such a short period of time. None of these cases did us any real harm, and I doubt that any of these people had any ill intentions, but so many different folks all over the city fed us stories that soon after we got the information, we were able to confirm it as complete nonsense. Haruka and I now affectionately refer to Puebla as ‘The City of Misinformation’.