Dan sva preživela v Logatcu, kjer je Pika uživala v zadnjem muhasto-aprilskem dnevu, Miro pa varil pivo – že tretje leto zapored. In šele letos sem ugotovila, zakaj je njegovo pivo tako dobro: s kvasovkami se je treba pogovarjat! :)
Na poti domov sva se malce okrepčala, potem pa naju je s svojimi magičnimi plameni k sebi zvabil eden izmed mnogih mnogih kresov, ki so osvetljevali temno noč. Živel 1. maj!
We spent the day in Logatec, where Pika was enjoying the last capricious-April’s day and Miro brewed his own beer – this year third in a row. And it was only this time that I figured it out why he makes such a good one: one need to talk with yeasts! :)
On the way home we stopped for a beer and calamari and then we got lured by magic flames of one of many many May Day bonfires that were enlightening the dark night. Long live May Day!