My mom and dad took a Mediterranean cruise about this time last year, to honor their 40 years of marriage. After an enjoyable and most uneventful cruise, my mom fell quite sick on the last day of the trip. They had to extend their stay a week, with my mom spending most of that in a state-run hospital in Civitavecchia, Italy. Recently my mom finished up her own series of blog posts about the trip, so I invite you to let her tell you the rest of the story.
Here's a list of things you probably don't know about me. It's in no particular order.
I had a brief but funny moment at the border yesterday. The Croatian border guard opened my passport, flipped through the pages for a moment, and said, "Mr. Gilman, where are you going today?" Answering wasn't so easy for me. "I can't pronounce it," I said. "It's Loo ... Lube ..." Then, one of the two beautiful young Slovenian women sharing my compartment laughed and said, "Ljubljana." I guess the answer was okay. The border guard stamped my passport.
The local beer was generally one of two brands, Ožjusko and Karlovačko. The quality of both was inconsistent, especially when served on tap. A couple times I was poured beer that tasted almost stale, leading me at first to believe the way the bars were storing and serving the beer was the problem, not the beer itself.
I spent one last night in Croatia, back in Zagreb. After the long train ride back from Split, I was happy to stop for the night, particularly in a city where I could already find my way around. The weather has improved dramatically. I don't know if a front has come through, or if Zagreb… Continue reading Another night in Zagreb
After starting the day with broiling hot weather, a cloud cover came through, along with an ever-so-slight breeze, so the evening is off to a pleasant start. I'm suddenly optimistic about sleeping tonight. I've booked a room for tomorrow night, after I leave Split, and it's air conditioned. I'm totally ready for that. Still, I'm… Continue reading Spoke too soon
I think this is the hottest, muggiest day yet. Despite it being Saturday, the waterfront is virtually deserted, save a handful seeking respite in the shade of a cafe, like me. A small backpacker colony has sprung up under the shade of a couple nearby palm trees. I may join them soon.