From the Sea to the Mountains

Rainer picked me up, and we both favored going inland to the mountains, rather than hang on the coast. My friend Trent had told me about these lakes in Croatia, and I looked them up on the internet. We made our way to the area and drove down this desolate tiny dirt road until we found a good place to camp. You could tell that no cars go down this road for days at a time, so we just left the car parked in the road and played our music as loud as we wanted. I drank tons of wine, napped by the fire, then went to sleep.

The next day was GRAY and cold. Seriously, not my favorite, especially since these lakes are aquamarine and would shine brilliantly under the sun. It was also Sunday; stores to buy food are closed and only restaurants are open. We went to this restaurant that had wifi, and stayed for hours. The waitor was a teenager and very nervous; it must have been one of his first days. I really ended up liking the mushroom soup, so, in the course of the 4 hours or so that we were there, I ordered 3. For those of you who do not know me- soup is my favorite food. And when you find something that you love in a country with mostly stuff that is not appetizing to you, stick with it, right? They also had pumpkin oil, which tasted and smelled like peanuts. I liked it; Rainer says the kind he has at home is even better.

I am not sure what I am going to do after we leave Croatia. I can get a ride back to Northern Italy, I can go to Austria, or I can go somewhere else and fly back to Rome just in time for my flight. I was kind of thinking it might be cool to take the train somewhere and catch a flight back. Like Prague or Budapest, or someplace. Or maybe, I could go to Milan and firehoop on the street for money, like I planned, you know?
I guess we'll see.