I do not have fond memories of Slovenia. I remember that we stopped at an adorable breakfast cafe on our way to Croatia. I decided to have a coffee. I felt that the waitress did not care for Americans, or at least me anyway. I may be completely wrong here and I mean no judgement here on Slovenia…it was just a ‘gut’ feeling. Either way something went wrong: Either I got drugged or it was the strongest brew that I ever had in my life.
Shortly thereafter we got back on our motorcycle to continue our journey to Croatia. The heat of the day was intense and being dressed in full motorcycle gear did not help. When we came upon the border we had to wait in long lines that were not moving. The heat of the sun was crushing me now. This became an unfortunate moment for me. Overcome by the intense coffee that probably put me into dehydration mode (or maybe it was drugged?) and along with that beating sun…..I became ill. Very ill. So ill that I thought I might die. I sat in the border control office with a fan blowing on me as friendly passerby’s gave me water to drink and my husband kept getting cold compresses for my head. I was shaking, white as a ghost and vomiting (sorry…TMI). Everything felt scary…especially being in a foreign country with only a motorcycle as transportation.
One of the tourists gave me some kind of elixir (which had lots of electrolytes in it) and soon I felt a bit better to get on the bike again. I will admit I never take candy from strangers, let alone medicine but this was a desperate situation. I am sure that I was in the border office for over two hours before I felt ‘good enough’ to proceed on our journey.
Once we got into Croatia, friends that would be joining us on this vacation picked me up in their air-conditioned car. Edgar continued on his motorcycle down to Croatia without me…my bike days were over until this heat passed.
So, the beginning moments of our glorious Croatia trip…were less than glorious. But things got better until they got worse! See Croatia for more details….