We booked a couple hostel beds up in the hills of the High Tatras which was the perfect spot to set of for daily hikes. The countryside was incredible, walking through the forest was a surreal experience as I felt I had been there before. Growing up, my grandfather had told me many descriptive stories about foraging for berries, climbing/falling out of trees and getting chased by dogs through the forrest and the stories seemed to take shape again in front of my eyes as I imagined him as a youngster going on his little adventures. Wish old pop was 10 years younger and im sure he would be like a jack rabbit running over these mountains showing us a thing or two.
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