Again, getting to the Adriatic seemed easy enough - we bought a ticket from one city to another, on a direct train. But somehow, in a mix of Slovenian and Italian, we were directed off the train, put on a bus, and driven around the countryside. I went to the driver to try to make sure we were still going to Koper, but suddenly the English, so ubiquitous in Ljubljana, was gone. Lindsay, who had previously loved the sound and happy cadence of Slovenian (after French and German, "It's phonetic! It's like Spanish!"), could only comment after trying to save my seat on the bus that, "It doesn't sound like Spanish anymore..." and it didn't, it sounded like the deepest darkest indecipherable Russian. We were confused but somewhat reassured when the train man got on the
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