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2015-12-29

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I was in Ljubljana for about 5 days, and I think I

I was in Ljubljana for about 5 days, and I think I spent 4 of them trying to figure out how to move there. The Ljubljanica River curves through it, surrounded on each side with a wide promenade alight with cafés and boutiques. The city center is at once historic and a spring of design, enlivened with street art, a beacon of cuisine in the heart of Mediterranean Europe. An 11th-century castle on a high hill overlooks Slovenia’s capital, and from the city center looking upward at it begs a semblance to a fairytale.
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Even the boldest of global transits are a test tha

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#travel #travelersnotebook #travelblogger #traveltheworld #seetheworld

Reykjavik, a city on the move, a blossoming metrop

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#whentravelissafeagain #stayhome #traveldreams #airportmemories #kef #reykjavik #iceland #icelandtravel #sauna

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In my mind’s eye, I remember Doolin having a sin

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