I never imagined my brain would tell me I wanted to go home. Early. But, it did that night in Split. I had 10 days left of my trip. Originally, and for months, I had planned on extending my adventure, heading to Spain (for the sixth time), back to Merida to see my friends andContinue reading “Realization”
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Getting over Split
I walked slowly, silently and solo back to CroParadise and crawled into my bed. I looked across the bed to where Katie had been. Empty. Then, as if on cue, Carl walked back into our room. “Heya,” I said, looking up from my laptop to see him standing next to his bed. “Hi,” he replied.Continue reading “Getting over Split”
“See you soon,” the Split version
“Katie,” I mumbled, waking up from my semi-drunken slumber the next morning, “what the hell happened to David?” Katie looked at me from her bunk. “What?” “He never came back to the bar last night. I hope he’s ok,” I said, images of him laying in one of the narrow UNESCO alleys of Split beingContinue reading ““See you soon,” the Split version”
Backpacker shenanigans
Katie, David and I walked together back through the old city of Split after hugging Danica goodbye. Rain clouds had begun to make their way from the mountains to the coast, rolling in slowly and ominously. We hadn’t made any reservations for hostels, so we just started dropping in to places. Our first stop wasContinue reading “Backpacker shenanigans”
The woman who stole my heart
Danica Listes. I NEVER use people’s full names when writing in order to protect their privacy. However, this woman is the rare exception. I want people to know about her. Who she is. Where she is. And then, I want people to go to Solta, Croatia and stay at her apartment in Stomroska, her littleContinue reading “The woman who stole my heart”
Fishing the world
“Touch your finger in this water and you touch the world,” Danica said, stretching her body over the side of the little boat we were in and sticking her fingers into the cool, clear water of the Adriatic. Katie, David and I did the same, leaning over the sides of the boat and dipping ourContinue reading “Fishing the world”
Living in technicolor
Growing up, I loved to watch “The Wizard of Oz.” Not just because of the story, but because of the colors. Each hue popped from the screen to my eyes, creating a world of colors that nearly existed in real life. Then, I went to Solta, Croatia. After an amazing night in Split, Katie andContinue reading “Living in technicolor”
Traveling the world to say “thank you”
There are some nights you can’t sleep because you are so excited for what the next day holds. Every night of my trip, that was my story. But, my last night in Brela, it stood true even more than usual. The next morning, Katie, David and I were boarding a bus up the coast toContinue reading “Traveling the world to say “thank you””
Goin’ down the ocean hon
I stood at the open window in my room, letting the fresh air kiss my face, taking in the beauty and majestic scenery in front of me when there was a knock on my door. “Yes,” I called, walking to open it. Greg stood on the other side of the door. “I’m closing the hostel.Continue reading “Goin’ down the ocean hon”
Brela, ela, ela
When I booked my trip back in January, I had strategically chosen Croatia as my ending point. Why? Well, at the time it was my favorite place in all the world. Until I was introduced to Spain. But, as Katie and I boarded our bus to Brela from Mostar, I couldn’t help but feel anContinue reading “Brela, ela, ela”
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