Today is January 3rd, 2017. Day 3 of my self-inflicted 31 days of posting in January.
Today we slept in. It’s what I like to call A Snow Day in the Balkans. I didn’t even think about getting up before 10am, and even then I stayed in bed reading the news on my phone until 10:30. When I finally got up to use the bathroom, I glanced out one of the windows and saw snow. SNOW! Zagreb was covered in a pleasant dusting of white, settling on red roof tops and covering the ground just enough to engaged passing children in some little play.
We had intentions of going to lunch at a veg/vegan cafe this afternoon, most of the food grown on a farm just 50 miles outside of the city… however, Holiday Markets happened. Damn you hot wine and carby-meaty everything! Yeah. We didn’t make it to our planned destination, but instead enjoyed some sunshine while we meandered the market stalls.
Next was the grocery store. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but I couldn’t find hot sauce–or rather I found an aisle with bottles of red looking sauce but couldn’t distinguish between any of the pictures on the label. But there was a distressed little dog wandering around the store, dragging his leash behind him, looking for his owner. They eventually found each other. We got food for the next 2 days or so, costing about 95 Kuna, which is approximately 12.5 Euro which is approximately 13 USD. Not bad for some basics to get by on.
I’m sick again for the second time in just over a month. This second time is wholly my fault. See, when I was coming back from Prague, I had a 3.5 hour layover in Munich before my bus to Florence. I wandered the old part of the city, I drank some hot wine and chatted with a nice couple from San Diego. As time was approaching for me to head back to the station, google maps was malfunctioning on my phone, therefore I couldn’t retrace my steps to get back. Long story short, I ran all the way about 2+km in the direction I thought was the bus station but never found it. Wrapped in a giant scarf and with the heat from my breath along with the freezing night air, my hair literally froze and was covered in ice. I gave up. I walked into the first hotel I saw and went upstairs and felt sorry for myself (and probably cried for a minute). I bought a 50Euro bus ticket for the next morning and went to bed hungry.
So see?? Totally my fault, AND it turns out I ran right by the bus station the night before… it was just so nondescript and the actual bus terminal was underground, I really didn’t pay attention to any landmarks to guide me. Oh well, I’m pretty sure I’ve lost a few pounds in mucus weight already, so that’s cool.
P started back at school today, attending her hour-long live class at 6:30pm, when it’s just 9:30am for all of her other classes mates. She does well with it, and she kinda looks like an early 90s travel agent in this photo:
I’m getting quite organized with my time–which consists of looking for and applying to remote jobs; writing in my personal journal, on the blog, and starting soon on Medium, the new home for my Flash; studying various resume bolstering skills (Google Analystics, SEO, and eventually HTML + CSS). I have goals, man! I’m determined to return to the states with a remote job and to continue building my new future– which I can guarantee you will involve Mexico. Deets to come.
Ok that’s it. A rather uneventful day, and I loved every moment of it. We don’t have to be constantly on the go to enjoy a new city. I mean, I made pasta for dinner and we have been watching Fuller House most of the evening, and that’s ok. We are in Croatia, but we also have normal life stuff like school and (looking for) work.
…our current home just happens to be here.
If you missed yesterday’s post, you can read it here.