Since I went to Budapest on my own, I didn’t have to pretend I enjoy hitchhiking and I took a train. I wouldn’t dare to hitchhike on my own anyway. Finally had a little time to read that book I bought in Ljubljana.
After a while, we’re getting farther away from the coast. From Trieste, the old lady gave us a ride. She realized soon that she liked us so much that we had to meet her family. And you can’t say NO to an old lady who gives you a ride. Meeting her family was great. We weren’t apparently the first hitchhikers invited into this family in its history. Therefore, everybody knew what to do. We had a great lunch and only because our busy schedule we had to refused to spend a night there and we set off to Ljubljana.
Spain welcomed us with the entirely Spanish-only environment. You would think that they would bother to have some signs our announcements in English at the international airport. Fortunately, PJ knows little Spanish so we were able to find our way out of airport and take the right bus to our hostel.