The good: Here I am in Slovenia after an absence of more than two years. Yay!
The unexplicable: Rather than not doing anything, Facebook’s script kiddies wrote code to extract my IP address, feed it through a database to determine my location, and decided to translate my notifications to Slovenian, undoubtedly to show me and the world how brilliant they are.
Look dudes, dropping R10k on a return ticket to Ljubljana does not make one suddenly speak Slovenian.
Boo.