The drought ends in Ljubljana

Here is how cute Ljubljana is: Ljubljana is so unbelievably charming that it managed to overcome perhaps the worst arrival of this whole trip.

I nearly slept through my stop on the train here from Zagreb. (Funny, I almost did the same thing on my way IN to Zagreb. I really need to remember that these trains are also going to OTHER PLACES. They're not just going to stop dead, flick on all the lights, and yell, "Everybody off! We've arrived at Natalie's destination!")
So I vaulted off the train and exited the station in the wrong direction. Wheeling around, I discovered a) a dearth of bakeries and b) the disconcerting realization, examining the existing bakery, that I am now in the E.U. and bread is a lot more expensive.
I collected a free map from the tourist information stand (manned by absolutely the cutest 20-something Slovenian guy who, when I stood aside waiting my turn, called over to me in fake-stern English, "Please approach the bench!")

Using my map I determined that my hostel was, um, a long way away. No problem; this is why I pack light.
Halfway through the journey, it began to rain. Also, the directions to my hostel sort of tapered off into vagueness, at around the same time that the main part of town tapered off into confusing suburbia. By sticking stubbornly to my directions ("just keep following that street....") I did in fact find my hostel, in a residential building with no sign save for an 8x10 card on the door that read "Confidenti Hostel".

"Confidenti" must mean "confidential."

The sign on the door - on the DOOR, mind you, NOT on my confirmation slip - read "Reception is open from 9-11am. Outside of these hours, please call xxxxx."
I rang the bell anyway. Nothing. I do not have a cell phone.

Fortunately, the door was beneath a small roof, because I sat there for a good ten minutes, staring out at the rain and willing someone to appear. When no one did, I hoisted my bags again and shuffled over to a nearby bar/cafe, where I ordered a cappuccino and explained my predicament to the waitress. She was SO SWEET - she disappeared, returned with her personal cell phone, and dialed for me.

The hostel owner arrived within minutes and was friendly and apologetic. He ushered me in to the cleanest hostel of the entire trip. I want to have a party in this hostel and invite the entire staff and clientele of the hostel in Belgrade and just say "SEE?!"