After walking around with Marianne in Budapest, she and I chatted with one of our other roommates, Phoebe, for a very long time back in our hostel. Phoebe is a pilot in the Scottish Air Force and flies her own planes. She’s 21. Way to make me feel like shit. She showed us pictures of her flying and it was incredible. It was really interesting hearing her talk about how the sky is a huge freeway. I am so glad I got to meet some great, independent girls on the trip.
We had a fabulous time talking, but I didn’t have a fabulous time waking up to my alarm in the morning. I just didn’t. Oops. My train was at 6:15 and I woke up at 6:10. I guess I needed some extra sleep. The silver lining is I got to eat breakfast at the hostel. Since it was the same company as in Vienna, it had the 4euro breakfast buffet as well. Glorious! My guide books said I only really needed a half day in Zagreb anyway, so I wasn’t too worried. The train ride ended up being beautiful as well!I had been doing so many over night trains lately and I knew if I got up for the 6:15 train I would have slept through that one too. It was really nice to stay awake, journal, and enjoy the view. I was getting much better at going with the flow, accepting my mistakes, and making the most of them.For part of the train ride I stood in the hallway near an open window and blasted my music and took these pictures. It was so nice.Double rainbow!
We stopped for a passport check going into Croatia and I got my first stamps from a train! Two girls in my car were also American, so we started talking for a while. They had been traveling for over 4 months! Wow.
The train was really nice, but we got into Zagreb an hour and a half late! What? I thought trains were on time. Strange. By the time I made it to my hostel it was 9pm. Shit. Luckily the one museum I was recommended by the Scottish girls was open until 10:30. AND then the reception guy at the hostel let me pay in euros and gave me just enough change in kunas to pay for the museum without needing to use the ATM there. So nice! He gave me directions and off I went to the strangest museum ever:
Story of my life. This museum started as a traveling exhibition of personal belongings donated by people from their ended relationships. Some are out of revenge or spite, some are sad, some touching.Garter belt from Bosnia and Herzegovina. The description reads, “I never put them on. The relationship might have lasted longer if I had.”A can of love incense from Indiana. “Doesn’t work.”
I really liked one of the descriptions of “a stupid frisbee”. I did not take a picture of the frisbee, but she said this was “her ex-boyfriend’s brilliant idea of a second anniversary gift. The moral was obviously that he should get smacked with it in the middle of the face next time he comes up with such a fantastic idea. Since the relationship is now preceded by the word “ex,” the frisbee remains in the museum as a nice memory and expelled negative energy. Feel free to borrow it if you like. P.S. Darling, should you ever get a ridiculous idea to walk into a cultural institution like a museum for the first time in your life, you will remember me. At least have a good laugh (the only thing you could do on your own).” Oo I like her.This one was the saddest/most touching story. It was from a relationship in Slovenia lasting from 1988-1998. “You talked to me of love, gave me small gifts every day; this is just one of them. The key to the heart. You turned my head; you just did not want to sleep with me. I realized how much you loved me only after you died of AIDS.”
I liked the museum because it showed how broken hearts and broken relationships are international.One of the few pictures I took that night of Zagreb. I decided to get up really early the next day to walk around the city and see it before I left for my day in Slovenia. Zagreb’s Square. Not as great as the other cities’. I don’t think that’s far enough to justify building a funicular. I walked.Meh, the view was kind of plain. I’ve never seen a church like that.That’s an interesting place to park. Up before half of the market was even set up! Already on my walk back to the train station. This is a lot prettier in the day. Overall I wasn’t too impressed with Zagreb, but I don’t think that’s a good representation of Croatia. I knew when I planned the rest of my trip that I could either take several days to go down to the Dalmatian coast to really see the beautiful part of Croatia or I could use those days and really see Switzerland. I’m more of a mountain than beach person, so I opted for Switzerland. I think I chose very wisely. After this short time in Zagreb I was off to a city I had never even heard of before, Ljubljana, Slovenia. Little did I know I was in for quite the treat!