Give me a map and I'll find the road that isn't on it.
I grew up in the Savinjska region, where the Alps run out into hop fields and hardly anyone thinks to stop. Then came eight years in Ljubljana while I studied, whenever I wasn't somewhere abroad.
Wherever I land, I go looking for the corners most people walk straight past: the bakery with no sign, the waterfall at the end of an unmarked path. Tomke Trails is how I share the ones in the country I know best.









