Mototrip 2025 - Second day – Italy

 

I woke up so early and heard the rain.

My first thought was:

“great, this will be a fun, wet day”

(full of irony).

Thankfully, it stopped soon after.

Veni and I went to a local bakery to get breakfast for everyone.

There were so many sweet and savory pastries that I couldn’t choose, so we got a bit of everything.

We cut them into pieces and shared.

It felt simple and warm.

Veni made coffee.

We sat together, ate, laughed — a slow, good morning.

Soon after, we got on the bikes.

Raincoats on, just in case.

Of course, it rained.

Not too much — but enough to remind you that being on a motorcycle is never something to underestimate.

Highways, highways, and more highways later, we reached Ljubljana.

Slovenia felt… different.

Even at a gas station, everything seemed more expensive.

A different standard, a different pace.

But I had the most delicious tomato soup.

The moment I smelled it, I knew I needed it.

Hot soup.

Fresh bread.

Exactly what my body wanted.

I was so happy, I could have cried over a bowl of soup.

I didn’t really see Slovenia — only glimpses from the bike.

But those glimpses felt like pieces of heaven.

 I often fall asleep on the bike.

I know it’s dangerous.
I know I shouldn’t.
And still — it happens.
Veni always gets worried.
This time, I didn’t sleep much.
I was too excited.
It felt like something in my life had finally shifted.
Like something new had entered after a long pause.
And yes — I love my child, I love my life…
but sometimes, you just need a break.
And then suddenly —
Italy.
I didn’t even notice when we crossed the border.
Only the language on the signs changed.
I had been there before, years ago.
Three weeks.
Working in a seafood restaurant.
I remember it as something beautiful.
But this time…
we were going to Venice.
I didn’t know that.
And when I found out, I felt pure excitement.
We stayed at HU Venezia.
It felt like a small oasis.
Green, calm, well-kept.
Kind people, soft energy.
But there was no time to explore.
We had a bus to catch.
Venice was waiting.
Quick shower.
Clean clothes.
And one thought in my head:
pasta, pizza, wine.
The group had a plan:
San Marco.
I had a different one.
Narrow streets.
Quiet corners.
Little art shops.
Dresses I would never buy, but loved looking at.
Moments. Details. Atmosphere.
Venice felt like inspiration everywhere.
And very quickly, I realized something:
you don’t visit Venice in a few hours.
You live it.
Slowly.
With someone you love.
Holding hands, getting lost, not caring about time.
But we were in a hurry.
Running, almost.
Trying to reach San Marco.
And that part…
I didn’t enjoy.
Too many people.
Too much noise.
Too much movement.
This is where my mind gets loud.
Crowds trigger something in me.
My OCD starts offering an endless stream of intrusive thoughts — exactly what you don’t want on a trip.
San Marco was beautiful.
No doubt about that.
But it wasn’t for me.
I needed something else.
A quieter place.
Food.
A drink.
Space to breathe.
By the time we sat down to eat, it was already late.
I get very unpleasant when I’m hungry.
They knew that from day one.
We had passed so many nice places earlier…
and ended up somewhere average.
The pizza wasn’t amazing.
But in that moment — it was everything.
After dinner, we took a water bus.
A big boat, moving slowly through the night.
Venice at night is something else.
Lights.
Reflections.
Silence mixed with distant voices.
It was beautiful.
We went back tired.
But in a good way.
The kind of tired that comes from living a full day.
I fell asleep thinking about the next one.

If you ever felt overwhelmed by noise, people, or your own thoughts… you’re not the only one.

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