Back in 2015 I visited Ljubljana for the very first time. I was in love for the city as soon as I woke up the first morning at my hostel, and I knew I would be back one day.
I went back to Slovenia only to finally visit Lake Bled. I basically did the exact same route as last year, getting a bus from Florence all the way to Ljubljana, an 8h bus that is not that bad and time pretty much flies. Once I passed that boarder into Slovenia I had tears in my eyes. There’s something about this country that seems to bring me back to life, that seems to bring joy back into my life, and if just passing the boarder once made me happy, doing it the second time was even more emotional.
If I could only choose one hostel of all the 30+ I stayed at, Hostel Tresor would definitely be it! I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited about a hostel, just running around all the four floors of the building trying to discover cute rooms, that are pretty much everywhere you turn. The second I laid eyes on my room, I knew I would love this place.
I’ve never been the luckiest traveler out there, and the first time I backpacked alone was also the time I realized my travels would never be as easy as other travel bloggers paint it to be. During my travels, until last year, I had twisted ankles, lost buses and trains, gotten ripped-off, had my bank cancelling a card with all my money, had my credit card and ID stolen at a party hostel, had almost slept in the streets and so on. Life had not been easy. Still, this time around I thought maybe all the bad stuff happened because I was a newbie at the traveling thing. This time I knew what to expect and everything was going to be smooth, right? WRONG!
Most people only travel to Bled as a day trip from Ljubljana, but I knew I would fall in love with this place, so I decided to spend two nights there so I could make the most out of the Lake and all its surroundings and hiking trails.
I was in Ljubljana, Slovenia, and crazy happy for being back to a city I had fallen in love with a year before. I had just left from my new favorite hostel, Hostel Tresor, and life seemed pretty good. I picked up my bags, had a sad goodbye from an amazing hostel experience and went to check in at a difference hostel, farther away from the city center, which at the time didn’t bother me – it’s a small city, so fine by me.
On my bus from Italy to Slovenia, I realized that was the moment I was going to see what I was made of. I had been for a month in Italy, where I was already comfortable with the language, the people and the means of transportation from one place to another. And in a last minute call, instead of getting a flight to Poland, like I had planned to do, I decided to get myself on a bus to Ljubljana, Slovenia.
Slovenia was not in my plans. It was in my initial plans, long, long ago, when I started thinking about backpacking Europe, but somewhere on the way, I got it out of my list.