Resda so bili tile zadnji dnevi bolj aprilski, tam na Gorenjskem pa že skoraj zimski, a vseeno sva rekla (zakaj že?!) pejva na Bled na sladoled!
U, sva se pošteno uštela. Tam pod komaj vidnim gradom so samevale mize, oh, če ne bi bilo tako, kako bi se človek z veseljem póčil tja na kakšno teh teras, Miru je obračalo in na koncu celo ukrivilo dežnik, jaz sem svojo krhko marelco držala z obema rokama in se čudila, kako da je ni tudi meni, mi je pa zato privzdigovalo, a – hvala dežnemu plaščku - ne privzdignilo! :) kiklco in ko sva imela vsega dovolj, sva
It is true that these last days were more like April, actually they were more like winter already in our destination this time, but anyway, we said let’s go to Bled to have some ice cream!
Uh, what a mistake. There, under the rock with the castle which was hardly seen tables were lonely, oh, how nice it would be to sit on a terrace like this. But it was raining, the wind was turning Miro’s umbrella and it was strong enough to even bend it. I was holding mine with both hands and wondering how that it managed to stay undamaged, but the wind did try to lift my skirt though [thanks to my little raincoat - did not succeed! :)] and when we’ve finally had enough of it all, we