Last night we had a bit of a party at Veronika’s cousin Tamara’s flat, and I got my mind blown by philosophical debates under a heavy cloud of cigarette smoke (and lots of wine) with Tamara’s intelligent, cultured Croatian friends. The chain smoking and drinking somehow made it seem much more... academic? But seriously... I can’t believe how much they smoke here!
Tonight Veronika’s other cousin and his girlfriend took us to a town outside Zagreb called Samobor for hand-made Croatian pastries and strong coffees. Both of them are incredibly well-educated (he has two Phds and she is a doctor) and it was very interesting getting their perspectives on all things Croatian.
On the drive home he played a cover of “Romeo & Juliet” by Dire Straights and it brought me back to a time in the past when I was so carefree and optimistic about the future. For the first time in a long time, though, I think I’ve started to regain that optimism. I feel like London could work out to be something really good for me.
There’s also someone I think I could love in London, which is likely a foolish thing to even consider at this point, but I’m usually the biggest fool when it comes to these things. And somehow, I'm kind of starting to like that about myself.
I forgot to take a picture of my feet in Zagreb, and alas, have broken the theme I was going with. :-( But maybe it was getting old, anyway.
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