A long, humid walk from the bus station.
Golden hour light turning the light yellow-green leaves an almost neon gold.
Tearing up and laughing at the Museum of Broken Relationships and leaving tidbits of my own stories in the guest book.
Market Dolac.
The gross chicken sausage in a tube that looked like a Vienna sausage — a grocery store purchase fail.
Seeing a sign for a botanical garden and immediately changing my plans for the afternoon.
Weekly Facetimes with my sister and niece.
Exploring the city at night during the Festival of Lights “Festival svjetla Zagreb”— to welcome in the new spring season.
Listening to the thunderstorms at night.
City streets shared by cars and the tram.
Milka brand snack cakes and cookies, pistachio yogurt, pizza with corn kernels, Munchmallows, and free local wine samples.
Walking through Tunel Grič.
People watching in Ban Jelačić Square.
A lifesaving savory crepe from the only place that was open at 8pm on a Sunday evening because I napped to long and missed getting dinner.
Feeling detached from the hustle.
Fresh flower stands and displays that I could smell as I walked by.
A 24/7 self-operated coffee-to-go “Snogoo” vending machine.
Views from Park Grič.
Finally being assigned to the dreaded top bunk at the hostel for the first time on the trip.
Beating Europe’s shortest funicular to the top on foot.
Running into somebody from a past hostel.
Taking my first full rest day while trying to do some computer work and instead mostly just talking to people as they passed through the hostel kitchen.
The quietness of passing through Kapela Kamenita Vrata on an otherwise busy street.
A hostel kitchen and common space with a lot of throw pillows and a free espresso and cappuccino machine.
Street musicians busking for money.
Watching a mom and dad play with their son in a park and teach their daughter to ride a bike.
Sitting and reading my book for hours in a botanical garden.
Looking forward to having my own private hotel room in the next city.
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