Adriatic Adventure Zagreb PART DIEOUX (two) & Arrival in Plitvice Lakes

GAH. JETLAG. JAAAATLLLAAAAGGG. It's like the feeling of being hungover but you didn't even have the opportunity to get drunk first. I was jet lagged and woke up at 6am. I decided to go out and see if I could find a bottle of water. For you see, I was what they call "parched". 

Then I went the wrong way. And all the stores were closed. I COULDN'T EVEN GET WATER. So I just went back to the hostel and twiddled my thumbs (NOT A EUPHEMISM YOU PERVS) until everyone else woke up. I finally got some water, and then a few of us decided to go off and explore the city more! The first thing we found was our cozy little friend!

You look much less inviting in the blazing heat. A quilt is the LAST thing I need right now, sir. How dare you.

Nearby, we discovered the Museum of Broken Relationships. Yup. You heard right. Or read... right. You read right. Here, lemme show you:

SOUNDS LIKE FUN, RIGHT? Sounds like a whole freakin' BALL OF LAUGHS.

Basically, it was a museum where various people around the world donated specific objects that reminded them of a past lover or relationship. Each object was accompanied with a story of why it was significant to that person. As a result, the museum became a maze of artifacts with fascinating explanations. Some stories were sad, some happy, some heart wrenching, and some funny. I think my favorite was this lesbian's axe because she chopped up all of her ex's furniture with it. FREAKING BADASS, AMIRIGHT?? She was who I aspire to be when I grow up. *winky emoticon*

From there our group met up, and we bought some lunch and wine and had a picnic in a nearby park!

It's so cute my phone started tearing up. Or I put Vaseline on it. I can't remember.

It's not pictured but I had cream pasta and it was gooooood. Real good. After lunch and some R&R in the park, we ventured back towards the hostel to pick up our bags. We then took them to the bus that would ship us to Plitvice Lakes. On the way, we saw some Cuh-RAAAZY people singing some kind of song with words and music and such.

We learned that today was a holiday for Croatia. They were celebrating their freedom from fascism. And you know what, I'd drink to that. And then I did.

Drink... significantly... to that.

So we all got our crap from the hostel and made our way to the pick up point. We loaded our drunk fat asses on to the bus, and we were off to Plitvice, the next stop on our tour!

A couple hours later, we arrived at a very lovely hotel, save for the fact that I had to room with Nina. Blegh. BLAGUH. :SLDGHSD.

At least we got separate beds. Yeah. Sleeping like a married couple from the fifties. That's how I roll.

We had some time to kill before dinner, so our guide suggested we go on a hike in the forest surrounding the hotel.

It was rocky, and hilly, and absolutely delicious.

A bunch of us went, and it was a great opportunity to get to know each other.

And figure out who was the most annoying of the group. Answer: Me. Heh heh. I still got it.

The forest was beautiful. It was so quiet. A welcome change to the constant noise of New York. But once the mosquitoes and the sweating started, we all decided it was time to head back.

AND GET OUR DRANK ON. That bottle has a picture of me on it, by the way. You can tell by the silhouetted hourglass figure.

Shortly after our drinking had commenced, we were called to dinner.

I know, I know, it looks like someone pooed on my plate again. BUT I SWEAR. IT WAS SO GOOD. Cheese and ham wrapped in veal with gravy and homemade potato croquettes. MMMMmmmm.

After dinner a bunch of us continued with the spirit of drinking. The wine was endless, and our guide bought us some... rachna... irrachnia...arancia....chachamanga... juice.

Let's just call it for what it is: my salvation.

We played several card games (most of them drinking card games) until the wee hours of the night. Then, as we were getting ready for bed, drunk little Nina disappeared outside. I found her gazing up at the stars, (there were so many of them) and listening to the waterfalls in the distance. It was a very pleasant way to say goodnight. Then I locked her out of the hotel and made her sleep outside. It was the LEAST I could do. The next day, we would explore the endless waterfalls! And boy, do I mean endless...