I feel like I always start my blogs with, “So I’m on my way to _____”. How awesome is that?
So I’m on my way to Split, Croatia. It, like getting to Orvieto, has been an adventure. I was thinking earlier, hoping the entire trip wouldn’t later be deemed, like the beginning has, the trip of close calls. I got to the Linz train station 10 minutes before my train left. I got to the Salzburg train station 10 minutes before my train left. From there, I was supposed to have a 7 hour trip straight to Zagreb, Croatia, the capital and take a bus to Split. Plot twist – the train from Salzburg only went to Zagreb. There was a part of the train track closed. We got off at a stop (Villach) and all got on busses. All. 3 busses of people. Okay, so we then bus to a different train station where we are supposed to catch the same train as if we never got off. Yep, they teleported it there. We get to that station. We take our bags off. We put our bags on. We leave the station. We drive to another station, drop off a few people, and drive finally to our station, where there is a 4 or 5 car train waiting for the now 2 busses of people. It was the only train in the station and looked like it was the only one that had stopped there in weeks. Actually, it kind of looked like it had been there for weeks…. like hundreds of weeks. This thing was old. Somehow I made it to Zagreb only 8 minutes late. So I have 22 minutes to find out where the bus station is, get there by a tram that has zero english words on it, get in line to buy my bus ticket, realize I don’t have Croatian money, hear the lady tell me to hurry because my bus leave in 3 minutes, exchange money and hope to God I don’t get ripped off with the rate, think I got ripped off by the rate, run (literally) back to the ticket office, run to the bus, knock on the window and stare at the bus driver blankly with sad eyes as I hand him my ticket, then calculate that I didn’t really get ripped off by the exchange rate. Now you’re caught up.
To make things better, I wasn’t even planning on taking this bus. I looked yesterday for the available busses and this one was newly posted. Now I get to Split about 10 hours early, which means I’ll spend the night, hopefully, in the hostel I was planning on only staying one night. I say hopefully because I didn’t actually book the place, just emailed them when I realized I’d be getting to Split at 22:30 tonight and not 09:00 tomorrow.
Oh yea, I destroyed my Biochem test. Destroyed is a good thing. It was easy. I know I missed 4 questions and feel about 100% sure on the others. Hope Analytical Chem. goes that easily, but I really don’t think it will.
Got my passport stamped for the 2nd and 3rd times, too. Slovenia and Croatia. Funny how little things make you happy. I saw the man next to me flip through his passport and noticed the abundance of stamps he had. I was jealous. It made me thing of Dad’s passports.
I’ve decided that traveling is one of the greatest things a person can do for themselves. I feel like a new person. I feel so independent. I know, truly, that I wouldn’t be here without my family and in this sense I’m not independent at all, but that’s a different independence. I feel more attentive, better prepared to see the world, to take everything. I feel like when I was home 4 months ago I must have let incredible things pass me by as I went to buy groceries or gasoline. I feel now that everything I see is in some way amazing. I feel full of curiosity.
Speaking of good words that start with the letter ‘c’ – I need to get creative. Creative with my workouts. I can’t just keep doing pushups and various forms of ab work. I want to do something like throw boulders, pull a boat by rope with my teeth, pull a car by rope…with my hands, climb a tree, swim to Italy, or you know, something fun like that. Climbing has helped me feel like I’m being active in an adventurous way, but I want more. When don’t we. Speaking of that, there are a lot of places to climb in Split so maybe I’ll be able to find one that is climbable without a harness. I didn’t bring it. I did bring my shoes and chalk bag, though, and here’s why. In Hvar, or “on Hvar” rather since it’s an island, there is a place near where we are staying called “Cliffbase”. It’s some kind of recreational area that has trails, boating, and climbing nearby. Specifically, since we are next to the sea, there are places where you can do what is called “deep water soloing”. This is where you swim or are boated to a rock that has below it deep water and thus, are able to climb without a harness or spotter, simply falling into the sea if you do fall or jumping into the sea when you reach the top. I AM SO EXCITED.
50 minute run tomorrow by the Adriatic. One hour bus ride left and then I get to see if I’ve got a bed. Wish me luck even though I’m so independent and resourceful and will be able to find a place to stay. Thanks.