LJUBLJANA, Slovenia The train rattles toward the Croatian border. "I want to see cows," Edward announces into the companionable silence.
"For a genius, you sound remarkably stupid with non-sequiturs like that," I point out. As a good friend, I'm always there with the constructive snark.
"Stop being a smartass imaginary little sister," he says. "Think about it: supposedly Slovenia is an agricultural economy. Where are the livestock?'
Hmmmm. True. In five days, I haven't seen a single sheep or goat or pig. Just some ornamental goldfish and banana barns...
About 20 minutes later, our investigative instincts are rewarded. I probably bruise Ed's forearm, flailing in my excitement. "Look, look, look!"
An ostrich flock stampedes alongside the train, black saucer eyes agoggle.
"Now I can leave Slovenia happy," he says.
And so we do.