Cheryl asked.The long and weird answer is that when I was five, I told my parents I wanted to ride the bus for my birthday. I was fascinated by the city buses but had never ridden one. This was my big chance. My parents, completely perplexed by my desire to ride a bus, thought big. My dad took me on a Greyhound bus to Boston so I could see the Lipizzaner horses.
Well, the Lipizzaner horses are from Lipica, Slovenia. So, it's like going home again. Except I get to ride in a big plane.
Other reasons include: it is the size of New Jersey, so we can see most of it in the week we have to travel. It has beaches, mountains, and an incredible cave system (karst). And I know a woman who keeps going back to Ljubljana because she's so in love with the place. She has me swayed.
You gotta love a city whose every "L" has it's own "j." I'm a woman of simple pleasures.
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Double cool! Thanks for the explanation.
Have you read Airs Above the Ground by Mary Stewart (1965)? It's a mystery set in Vienna, but it features the dancing horses. It's been a long time since I've read it, but IIRC, it would make a good plane read.
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