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Wine all day with Masha, my ukranian model.

My last pub crawl;

tons of rowdy boys, one broke a chair at our first stop, Buza.

But we trooped on, did some good crazy dancing.

More shots, more dancing, and more dancing with a cocktail bucket on the side.

My hair falls down.

Skinny dipping under a full moon and a warm sea.

My first time.

Someone steals ice cream while others purchase cigarettes.

We play games and wait for the buses to work.

The brazilian who has been hitting on me all night tries to work his way around a cheek kiss as I drop them off.

Rain starts. Rain on my last night of work.

Werewolves didn't mind the rain.

My last day;

Wake up and take some tea. Big tea addict.

Have to go, same clothes as yesterday, I don't mind.

I throw some things in my bag. I have someone's phone.

Drop it off at the hostel, vespa over the port.

We swim on a nearby island.

We drink mineral water and cheap white wine, Croatian style.

Nice new people.

I'm swimming, I hit my foot on a rock, the rock is actually a sea urchin, I'm dying.

They sedate me with more wine and tweeze some spines out of my toes.

A lot of them are broken off.

I nap while they adventure on the island.

I limp my way to coffee, chat away the time.

Boat ride back and discuss healthy vs. unhealthy relationships with a boy from split.

Vespa ride,

making chicken in a sweet pink apartment with some friends.

a girl cuts my hair on the terrace.

A shower feels so good.

No one wears pants, or some of us do. It's warm and the night is sunday-sleepy.