Anniversary
My organizational skills lately have been not-so-good. Projects pile up: the new AirPort blinks amber accusingly at me, the BITWRATHPLOOB glowers from a shelf in the kitchen, demanding to be boxed up, and now I find that I have let an important anniversary pass with no word.
This week marks exactly four years since I drove Magda over the mountains and into the Black Sea drainage to see one of my favorite places on earth before putting her on an airplane back to Poland. We had known each other for all of twelve days, and yet already it felt somehow, you know, serious.
Turns out it was.
Every summer we return to Lake Bohinj at least once, and it’s often on our itinerary of places to show off when we have visitors. Last Saturday we traded the hairpins and highlands of the road route for the much faster railway tunnels of the Avtovlak in order to take Magda’s parents and brother to see this corner of Triglav National Park.
This place has a lot to recommend it, and while it’s hard for us to untangle the tangible from the sentimental, we do know that we love it. Our annual pilgrimages to the lake and its mountains always feel at least as meaningful as our actual wedding anniversary, which falls late in the autumn. Maybe it’s because our wedding was a simple civil affair, or maybe it’s because on our first trip to Bohinj we were already pretty sure that we’d be back there together.
Other anniversaries:
What may or may not have been our first date
