Slovenia – The Low Down Adventure
It’s crazy to me – the Slovenia sourcing trip was so mf’in rad despite it being full of mouth-droppin’, heart-stoppin’ moments. And not the good kind. From the moment we arrived in Slovenia till barely getting on the train back to Zagreb, our trip was one hot mess.
Rolled into Ljubljana at 11pm only to discover the hotel we planned to stay at was fully booked. Before we could stress it, a gal at the restaurant next door called a hotel and reserved a room for us. And just like that, we fell hard for Slovenia. Slovenia was one big twisted love fest – super intoxicating and full of so much rad but also full of baggage. How could everything go so wrong yet be so right?
We zigzagged across town, collecting orders we placed the day before in Maribor. We tore shit up, we trecked far (like way far) via public bus. We were wet, cold, and starving when we finally arrived at a massive complex that could fit 20+ Costcos. We had to hunt down the right shop – earlier we’d found a stash of vintage notebooks, and we had to get the rest. The only words we spoke to each other while wandering around aimlessly in the rain? “We got this. We got this, girl.” Sometimes a few words of encouragement go a long-ass way.
When we finally found the shop, I tore open the box and discovered the notebooks staring back at me weren’t the ones I ordered. I was speechless. Turns out the stash I picked up earlier were the last ones. But I couldn’t stress it. We had a train to catch.
Made it to the train station with what we thought was plenty of time to purchase tickets. 20 minutes later and the line for international tickets hadn’t budged – same homie is still trying to figure out tickets! Another 20 minutes passes and now we’re drenched in stress. The gal in front of us hears the concern in our voice and explains that she’s in line to buy tickets for a trip next month. NEXT MONTH?! She let us jump in front of her in line. Turns out, Anja is a poet and has an upcoming book tour in Austria. I asked her what she writes about. Anja gave me the slyest look and replied, “What do all poets write about? Love.” So sLOVEnia. So amazing.
Was the hunt a total fail? Nah. The pens we got ended up being the perfect match for the new notebooks. Nothin’ was gonna tear them apart. AND we scored the little red corvette of tape dispensers. Look closely and you’ll notice the tiniest detail – teeth in the center of the metal blade are slightly longer for easy cutting!
The Slow-venia sourcing trip was far from easy but I’m still under her spell. Keep working your magic, Slovenia. Tako m’fin Lahko.
oxxo, Hen
