Hangover Hash...

After breakfast on Sunday, we hopped on a train to get to the start of the hangover trail, which led us back to the hotel (in theory anyways). It was sprinkling, but warm enough that it wasn’t miserable. Most of the path was rural...

…passing through a few small villages.

While the group that was with Opee managed to find the trail all the way back to the hotel, the group I was with managed to get lost...

…and had to just follow the main road back to the hotel. 

We circled up at the hotel with several more tastings of Slovenian sparkling wines. The boy toys were in charge of making sure the divas’ glasses were always full. Opee especially liked shooting the corks high into the air and then trying to catch them. As always, we appreciated the hard work that went into organizing such a fun weekend.

We caught a train back to Zagreb that evening, grabbed dinner and headed out to our hotel near the airport so we’d be nearby for our early morning flight home.

We were impressed with the new terminal that opened in 2017...

…and the view from the plane before we soared above the clouds.