Friday, July 25, 2014
It’s been a whole year--367 days since we flew home from London. We're having a hard time wrapping our heads around that. I have to tell you--it’s been such a hard year.
Returning knocked us for much more of a loop than we expected. Part of that was just the disorientation of staying in one place, and having more than 6 sets of clothes to choose from. In fact, David pulled out 6 or so sets, and has been wearing just those, with the rest in storage. Everything looked different—the grocery store, the excess of fortune and luck we live in here. Different things were important to us. We struggled to find a way back in, like trying to jump into an already turning jump rope.
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
We flew from Istanbul to Zagreb, the capitol of Croatia. We rented a small car there, and were very happy to be in charge of our transportation again—it had been four months since we last drove, in Australia (if you don't count the scooter we rented in Hoi An, Vietnam for a day). We drove into the city and bought a sim for our phone, which was much easier than we feared, and then bought ingredients for a picnic lunch, which surprisingly, was harder than we hoped. While the man at the phone store spoke English, the women behind the deli counter at the grocery did not. As we traveled further into Central Europe (which many Westerners refer mistakenly to as Eastern Europe), we became more accustomed to English being somewhat uncommon. It was not a bad surprise, and we got along fine with gestures and smiles, but it was the first time since leaving South America that we’d encountered a business where English wasn't spoken. We ate our picnic lunch at a scenic spot on our way south, towards Plitvice (Plit-veet-say) Lakes National Park, in the middle of the country. It wasn't a place that had been on our list to see, but we read about it in one of our travel books, and we had time so we thought we'd add it to our itinerary. We're so glad we did.
Monday, July 21, 2014
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
With some exceptions, we managed to eat reasonably healthy meals until we reached Central Europe. The amount of fat in dishes there was significantly higher than we had become accustomed to, and it was very seductive. How do you say “no” to cheese-filled, bacon-wrapped sausages? We also were able to cook for ourselves sometimes in Croatia, Poland, Vienna and Scotland, but more often than not we found the sweet siren call of western food to be too much to resist. Also, there was quite a bit of good ice cream in Europe, and excellent beer. We were in deep trouble. These meals are from: Croatia, Montenegro, Bosnia-Herzegovina, Hungary, Poland, Germany, Austria, Denmark, Netherlands, Scotland and England.