Quick Recovery

After a 2:45am wake up call this morning in Istanbul, I headed to the airport to catch my flight to Zagreb, Croatia. When I arrived, thankfully to blistering heat, I decided that I should really put some effort into making use of the public transit system. Always a mistake.. always. I immediately met a Croatian local, who guided me to the appropriate bus to take me downtown, which was a good start. Unfortunately my luck ran out.. quick. Upon reaching the hub of tram lines, I began deliriously lost on the transit system, and spent 2 hours zig zagging my way around the city. I probably asked a dozen locals where I was, via pushing my blackberry in their faces, and highlighting the name of the street I was looking for. Every different person pointed me in a different direction, via a different tram route. Things were not looking well for Croatia, and at one point I wanted to throw myself in front of the oncoming tram.. Then, like I would imagine a religious awakening to be, I caught a glimpse of the road I needed, and fought my way off the tram. Success!

The girl beside me is chewing her gum so furiously that I must abandon this post, but will update you all tomorrow of my days events. I have already been to the tourist center, and plan to put the three maps I stole into good use. There are many walking tours on the horizon. Tomorrow's goal is the learn how to say Hello in Croatian, but as many of you may know, (as I was warned by BatGirl, aka, Amer,) this language is impossible to follow. In fact, I am certain that it is gibberish. Seeing the word "Kjzowj" is completely normal. Try to sound that out, it makes Mandarin look like child's play. Wish me luck!

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