Life in villages and small towns has occasional crystal-clear moments when one scene says it all. This scene spoke to me that way. Sorica is a small hillside village in central Slovenia. It is rather remote by local standards, along a narrow road and over a big hill from the beautiful Bohinj Lake area, popular with tourists. Past Sorica is another hour of lonely, hilly driving to the relative metropolis of Tolmin.
In the late afternoon the church at the crest of the hill catches the last yellow rays before the sun disappears behind the dark green and brown ridges. The bright white walls and mustard panels stand out against the gloom like a beacon. The gathering evening mist sets it aglow. Through hours of dark forest, you have arrived. (Price Schedule C)