Few days ago Polona ran into a grandmother of her hairdresser. She is 80 years old and well know peddler who is still heroically cultivating her garden and selling veggie goodies. Chit chat about life took us to Chinese cabbage which she used to sell in Austria, just across the border. She was quick to tell me she knows how it is there, moreover she is very aware every cent there is fairly earned. Meanwhile we almost repressed Northern memories into the mist of subconscious, this conversation reminded us one more about it. Reminded us of too heavy laundry baskets full of bed linen. Basking for breath we could barely, even though in pair, took them to the elevator. In one of those sweaty moments Maja proclaimed us as Martine Krpan, a female version of one of the strongest male fictional characters in Slovenian short stories, a folk hero who was at one point carrying his own horse. Once the title was gained, the pain was almost forgotten. Knowing as well we will be indulged once we arrive home.

Our micro project of post working rehabilitation was then located in Maribor city, where they were carrying us on their hands, well, kneading with hands.In the hotel there was no real time for breakfast. It is said one should have a breakfast as king-queen one. It is also said pig is dreaming about the corn. But there is no corn. For some time, too long, we ate bread rolls with butter and jam (sugar and color one) which forced us to eat rolls with butter and slices of fresh cucumbers for bit of variety. Top sandwich. It was like this, until Miha didnćt decide to make a minor revolution. He started preparing salami and cheese plate every morning for the whole team. For lunch we were treated with goulash and gnocchi and at times also gnocchi and goulash. Everything at least one day old leftovers – this was still fresh compared to. We will keep few dirty details for ourselves. Along with all food mess we were daydreaming about spa indulgence when we were carrying wet towels from sauna. We got all of it!

First, the royal breakfast at cafe Nana! Glamorous bouquet of roses in flamingo color along with fresh pressed orange juice in wine glass with coffee was just a beginning of a long morning of good food and good talk. We were served with the combination of everything we love for breakfast: veggie omelette, gourmet coated bread, yoghurt with muesli and must be fruits. We managed to debate about our wooden and bamboo homes all over again, laugh to all Bosnian jokes (which we miss greatly) once more and make even more plans for the future. Queens breakfast just can not be eaten in a blink of an eye!

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After food was time for knots. On our backs. They were made as well as removed in pain. In between we got massaged head, feet, hands. Rehabilitation of the whole body indeed along with some quality chit chat and another coffee. Maribor is small city and yes we met some friends unexpectedly on the spot and exchanged few updates. Phenomenal crew in pink (flamingo!) ambient made us feel like a real women! Sure, we also talked about bamboo bungalows on the white sand next to turquoise sea and investors to be! All in all, to get nails or massage done and for cool talking talking we will gladly come back to Lepotilnica!

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As a cherry on a top of a cupcake we got the package, the saviour of our tired feet! Not really elegant Crocs and fashionable, but not long term comfy, Allstar shoes, did their thing. Feet dessert, Mint Foot Balm, ended our problem! When we had extra 10 minutes we sometimes did dip our feet in olive oil, yet apparently that haven’t been the most optimal solution. Mixture of ingredients of Gaia Naturelle balm truly helped to get our feet into the baby feet condition after only several applications. Buttery balm for the skin and mint scent for the soul – perfect combination for good night!

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We are now Bali or Canary or whatever island ready! With golden buttons and red lipstick in the pocket!

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts,

Polo and Maja

Post delovna rehabilitacija: Maribor razvaja

Pred dnevi je Polono ogovorila babica njene frizerke, branjevka, ki pri svojih osemdesetih še vedno herojsko skrbi za svoj vrt in prodaja bero. Malo na temo življenja, sem in tja mi je brž dejala, da je ona včasih prodajala kitajsko zelje, tam samo malo preko meje in dobro ve, da je pri Avstrijcih vsak cent pošteno zaslužen. Medtem, ko sva svojo severno izkušnjo že skoraj potlačili v meglico podzavesti, nama je ta pogovor spet obudil še sveže spomine. Na košare posteljnine, tako zelo težke, da sva jo v dvojici sopihajoče komaj odnesli do dvigala. V enem od teh potnih trenutkov naju je Maja oklicala za Martine Krpan in ob tem nazivu sva nekoliko pozabili na bolečine. V zavedanju, da naju kaj kmalu čakajo razvajanja na domači grudi.

Najin mikro projekt post delavskega razvajanja je bil lociran v totem Maribori, kjer so naju nosili po rokah, no, gnetli z rokami. V hotelu za zajtrk skorajda ni bilo časa. Ob misli, da je zajtrkovat potrebno kot kralj-kraljica, se je rodila nova misel, o tem kako sanja svinja kukuruz, a kukuruza nema. Nekaj časa, predolgo časa, smo zajtrkovale žemljo, maslo in marmelado (sladkor in barvilo), da sva iz želje po raznolikosti včasih jedli maslo in sveže kumarice. Top sendvič, ni kaj. Tako je bilo vse dokler Miha ni zanetil male revolucije in ob jutrih začel rezati klobase in sir za celotno ekipo. No, za kosilo smo dobili golaž in njoke, včasih pa tudi njoke in golaž. Vsaj en dan staro – to je bilo relativno sveže v primerjavi. Bova zadržali nekaj umazanih podrobnosti zase. Poleg tega sva ob vsakodnevnem nošenju vlažnih brisač iz savne pa se nama je tožilo še po spa razvajanju. Vse sva dobili!

Najprej na kraljevski zajtrk v kavarni Nana! Razkošen šopek vrtnic v barvi flaminga in sveže iztisnjen pomarančni sok v kozarcu s pecljem in seveda kava so bili samo uvod v dolgo jutro dobre hrane in dobrih pogovorov. Postreženi sva bili s kombinacijo prav vsega, kar obožujeva za zajtrk: omleta z zelenjavo, gurmansko obloženi kruhki, jogurt z mueslijem in nepogrešljivo sveže sadje. Še enkrat nama je uspelo predebatirati najina bodoča lesena in bambusova domovanja, se znova nasmejati vsem bosanskim šalam (ki nama malo manjkajo) in skovati še več planov za prihodnost. Kraljičinega oblinega zajtrka pač ne gre stlačiti v želodec na hitro!

Po hrani so bili na vrsti vozli. Hrbtni. Tako kot so v bolečinah nastajali, so tudi v bolečinah bili odpravljeni. Vmes pa še masaža glave, stopal, dlani, rehabilitacija celotnega telesa, še en dober čvek in še ena dobra kava. Maribor je majhno mesto in kakopak v lepotilnem salonu naletiš na staro prijateljico, s katero imaš marsikaj za nadoknaditi. Poleg tega pa fenomenalna ekipa poskrbi za vzdušje v pink (flamingo!) ambinetu, kjer se počutiš kot prava gajstna baba! Seveda je padla tudi debata o bambusovih bungalovih na belem pesku ob turkiznem morju in idejah o investicijah! V glavnem, po frišne nothe, masažo ali en kul čvek bova še radostno odšli v Lepotilnico!

Za piko na i naju je pred dnevi pričakal paket, rešitelj najinih utrujenih stopal! Nič kaj elegantni Crocsi in lepi, a na dolgi rok neudobni Allstar čevlji, so pustili pečat. Vendar je sladica za trdo kožo, Mint Foot Balm, naredila pravi mali čudež! Sicer sva, ko sva (redko) imeli 10 minut odveč,  stopala namočili v olivno olje, ampak očitno to ni bila najbolj optimalna rešitev. Mešanica sestavin v mazilu Gaia Naturelle je najina stopala spravila v željeno stanje le  po nekaj zaporednih nanosih. Maslen balzam za kožo in metin balzam za dušo – odlična kombinacija za lahko noč!

Tako sva zdaj v formi za japonke na Baliju in Kanarskih otokih oziroma kamorkoli naju bo zaneslo! Z zlatimi gumbki in rdečo šminko v žepu!

Iz dna srca hvala,

Polo in Maja

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