Hebrew School

It’s really difficult to talk about our time in Slovenia, and particularly our time at the Movia winery, without attempting to convey a sense of place. So much of what we learned on this trip, both in terms music and wine, needs to be grounded in the natural environment and politico-historical context we found ourselves in. With what follows, I hope to shed some light. 

Views from the back porch of the Movia estate. 

The following days (at least the daylight parts) were spent somewhat more quietly at the winery, giving us time to poke around with the occasional excursions to nearby towns, eateries, etc.

Movia’s on-location wine shop

A leisurely lunch

A walk through the neighborhood

Swords used to ceremonially “circumcise” corks from their bottles.

A trip to Gorizia, on the Italian side of the border.

Mural at a restaurant where we ate dinner, nestled in the hills near the winery.

A World War I memorial, outside that restaurant.

More time was spent in the wine cellar, from whence, in one corner, the flash of a neon light emanated…

The words of the prophets, written on the cellar walls