honestly?

I've been too busy here, but really in the best ways. I've been climbing mountains and leading pub crawls. Last night, a girl here turned 25, I got her extra toffee vodka shots and bought us champagne, but she went home too early, poor thing. If I get a spare few hours I'll go to Buza bar, I go to my spot with the inclined rock so I can read my historical novels.

I run into locals here. I don't remember everyone's names, but I know faces, I'll ask a few preliminary questions in Croatian, and I'll tell them I'll see them later because I always do. Old town is small. It's a village, really.

Ivona suggested we go to the Mexican restaurant.
'That's so far away!' I exclaimed, envisioning it.
She gave me a Look. 'it's five minutes away.'
I thought about it again. Through the courtyard. Down the steps, through the gate, uphill a bit.
'You're right. I felt like it was too far because it's out of the old city.' I spend most of my time within the city walls, ricocheting from place to place.
She laughed. 'You're thinking like a local now!'


We went to Lapod island, for an elektronika party. Trekked into the wilderness. I spilled wine all over my person but what really killed me was the dirt. I am not made for wilderness. The party was held in an abandoned stone mansion. We danced all night in the grass under the strobelights, and when the sun rose we grabbed our bags and took our towels over the crest of the island to the sunlight-blessed beach on the other side. We slept in beach chairs. Swam in the crystaline water. I had to leave early for work, so I bought figs and strawberries at the dock and took the ferry home.