Eating at a restaurant in Maribor, Slovenia
My dad and I are halfway through a quick little Eurotrip, and we're stopped in Maribor for a couple of days so he can do some cycling. We're at dinner last night, and I ask our waitress for the check. My dad's face beams as he belts out a quick:
"No, Slovenian!"
We're on the road together for another week.
