Beware

After loading up on a riduclous sum of watermelon tic tacs, and nutella anythings, Cam and I once again headed for the night ferry port, eager to hit the high seas back to sunny Croatia. Our time in Italy was a delight, and we spent many hours eating delightful Italian food, and perhaps even more on the beach, in an attempt to even our my ridiculous waist line tan which I aquired in Split last week. It actually looks like I am wearing a dark brown belt around my waist, which as of late looks as if it is made our of aligator skin.

Our night ferry was delayed two hours, and frankly, I dont wish to speak of it, because the horrid memories are oh too fresh to recount. All I will mention, is that although we found some delightful indoor seating to sleep in, we were surrounded by a 50plus person tour group, who insisted on reenacting some kind of riot scene from a movie, which included a riot scene. (Insert movie title here.) This continued for a number of hours, in which I had a minute rage session, and participated in repremanding a 75plus grandmother, would simply wouldnt shut up. Its been a while since I have "shhhed" a person, and never have I done it with such enraged volume before.

However, as we awaited the departure of this doomed ferry ride, we struck up a conversation with a nice Croatian couple would were next to us. We told them of all our travel plans, and they gasped when they heard we were heading to Bosnia next. "Why would you go to that place?!!" the man questioned, as if we had told him we were sailing to the moon. After explaining that we wanted to see the scenery and Sarajevo, he replied "Not nice, nothing to see.. and too many Muslims!" We forced out an akward chuckle in response (which by the way are my specialty). He immideitly followed that up with: "Your not Muslims are you?!"

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