Even though it rained all day we still adventured around the town of Bled. We went up to the castle (I say “went” but I mean ascended a very steep staircase and slippery rock driveway), walked around the lake, and managed to find time to eat.
I did not even remotely enjoy Slovenian food. I ordered french fries twice in an effort to be a really insulting American stereotype, and one night Mike and I went to a pizzeria and that was probably the best meal I ate during the whole trip. Pizza.