*where I reacquaint myself with Zagreb


I woke up far too early this morning, thanks to Trevor’s insistence to not sleep. I ate, I’m sure, but I can’t remember what. We, being the boys, Kolby, and me, went for a walk that included a visit to a photo exhibit at the Umjetnicki Paviljon and a stop at the pub of a new (to me) microbrewery in town called Medvjedgrad. I had Mrki Medvjed, which reminded me of another beer I’ve had in Ottawa, but I can’t place it right now. I’ll have to go retry all the beers in ottawa to figure it out… The boys were pretty ragged after this, so we trammed it home, me with an actual ticket, so I didn’t have to have my thumb over the “Send SMS” button in case inspectors came to haul me away for not having a ticket.

Mali Medo. I forgot to take a photo, so here’s one from someone else. Please don’t kill me.

Then lunch and a nap and a radler and then I started packing. Boj wanted me to take apart the bike they’d bought in Cres and bring it home, but there seemed no point since we were talking about going back next year, and we’d need another bike then.

I was finished around 9, and I finished packing around 10. The boys were in bed, and my in-laws were in bed, and despite the early wake up call (5:30), and my complete and utter exhaustion, I could not bring myself to go to bed right away, and ended up there at 11. Doh. At least I woke up and caught the taxi in time. (note the timey wimey thing going on in this post…)