Sometimes The Ridiculous Is What We Need

Sometimes its the unexpected that sticks with you after a trip. I’m four months late in writing this entry for April 12, and my most remarkable memory from the day is the truly ridiculous Museum of Hangovers. The morning started elsewhere, however, back in the farmers market. I was hoping it would be busier today, […]

In Which I Schedule Poorly

I know what I was thinking when I made my plans for today, but I still can’t help but wonder “what was I thinking?” I needed to travel back from Split to Zagreb, and I decided flying would be the best choice. There were 4 flights to choose from. The early AM flight was out […]

Cemeteries Are Meant For The Living

I stepped into the Old Jewish Cemetery next to the cafe and immediately the air seemed to grow heavier, the shadows deeper, the temperature cooler, and the grass longer. I walked slowly up the path into the dense shade and noted the numerous small stones placed on the gravemarkers, indicating that the deceased was honored […]

The Croatian Language Is Missing Vowels

Sometimes neurons that I haven’t used for over 30 years start to fire off, and the memories they harbor trickle back in. This began a few weeks ago, with just a low frequency hum. The more I read in preparation for the trip, the more it grew, and then last night the excitement on arrival […]

That Color Is Almost Unnatural

The greens and blues of the waters in Plitvice Lakes National Park enchant the eye. But then, almost everything about this place does that. When making decisions about what to do in Zagreb this week, I spent some time looking at different tours, and found a tour that transports me from Zagreb to Split, stopping […]

In Which I Find Memories

I stopped at the bottom of the Lotrščak Tower and looked around trying to get my bearings and decide where to go next. I spied a cafe serving drinks from a sliding glass window and came to a realization: Zagreb isn’t that big, it’s a Sunday afternoon, and there is no urgency. So I stepped […]