Yes. I’m in Croatia. Let’s start with the first question on everyone’s mind. Why am I in Croatia? Let’s just say that I am too nice and I got tricked. As I have told many of my friends and family already (and sorry but I must repeat for those who have not been privy to my whining), I was planning on taking a short break to someplace close to London and inexpensive with a few people in my neighborhood. The initial talks were about Scotland. Then it ended up being Copenhagen and perhaps a few other places in between. I confirmed for Copenhagen and a few hours later got an e-mail saying we were confirmed for Croatia. I didn’t even know where Croatia was and I still am a bit dodgy on the geography. I do know it borders Slovenia. Thanks to Wikipedia and a girl who almost couldn’t board the plane with her European ID card, Croatia is NOT officially part of the EU. I tried to look up some travel warnings and the only warning I came across was a suggestion to stay away from Gentleman’s clubs.
So what can I say about my first day? Well I’ve been in Croatia for 12 hours and all I have done is eat at a Mexican restaurant and go salsa dancing. While walking around trying to find our reserved hotel and then another hotel once the reservation was “not found”, I got to see some museums and sites that I want to visit in the following days.
I can say, if not for Salsa dancing (which I enjoyed for the first 2 out of 4 hours I was there) I would have thought that there were no people of color in Zagreb.
Everyone is absolutely trying to rip us off AND they have – from the Taxi driver to the bar tender.
In closing, this first day has taught me a few things about myself: I need to work on saying no and be more decisive. I have also decided to embrace who I am: a planner and I will consider day 1 in Croatia a sunk cost. I will not whine about it anymore and just quickly plan the best that I can to make the next two days as awesome as possible!