The rains, thunder, and lightening got heavier, louder and more frequent as day turned to night in Zadar. The glimpse of sunshine was amazing but I was thankful that it wasn’t long before I’d be seated on the bus destined for Dubrovnik. My plan was to curl up on my seat and sleep but as luck would have it; a Canadian Chatty Cathy found me and started gabbing away about her days at Western, her family, and other random jibber jabber as the bus left the terminal. She was excited about everything (oh to be young and so full of hopes and dreams…) but why she chose me to pour out every thought in her head will forever remain a mystery.
I thought about giving her a line that I didn’t speak English but I’m pretty sure my Canadian Passport was going to expose my lie. So in true Canadian fashion, I sucked it up and humoured her while dropping heavy hints that I was tired, required sleep, and maybe she should move to the empty seats across from us. I hinted and she ignored and we continued this dance until a Croatian man sitting nearby had enough and decided to move seats in a huff while muttering something about loud girls under his breath. Shortly after this, her battery finally ran out of juice and it was as though she had fallen asleep mid sentence. This moment couldn’t have come soon enough and finally I was going to get the rest that I was so desperately looking for. As the bus winded around the coastal towns of Croatia in the dark, the heavy rains changed to a light mist which filled my heart with sunshine hope. I drifted in and out of sleep but was struggling to get decent shuteye as I was roasting. For the world of me, I couldn’t figure out why the hell I was so hot. I had already stripped off all my additional layers and was sitting in my lulus and a tank top while sweating up a storm. Was I getting sick? Was I suffering from a fever? Was Chatty Cathy a human furnace? Was Chatty Cathy even human?
I looked around and realized that the German boys (befriended thanks to Chatty Cathy) also looked to be boiling. Just like me, they had stripped down as much as humanly possible and were anxiously waiting to leave this hot box of a bus. I remember thinking that there were worse things than a hot bus as I reached into my purse. It was at this moment that I remembered the 2 Butler’s chocolate bars from my leaving prezzies that I had stashed there encase of a hunger emergency. Thanks to the heat on the bus, these bars weren’t going to help fight hunger as they had turned into liquid form and coded everything inside my bag, including edges of my passport. I vowed to fully clean my bag when I got to the hostel but did a rough cleaning as best I could. By the time I was done, the sun was up and the bus was pulling into the Dubrovnik bus terminal. This couldn’t have come soon enough as I rushed off the bus into the cool morning air while trying to lick off as much of the remainder of the chocolate on my hands. Before long, I bid adieu to my single serving friend and was off on my Dubrovnik adventure.
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One of my struggles with living in Ireland that I talked about openly and relentlessly was the weather. I thought I’d be able to cope being from Vancouver but it turned out that I had no idea what I was in for. I hate to admit it but after a while I started to believe that the sky was actually bluer in Ireland because of how amazed I was every time it peeked out from beneath the blanket of grey clouds. I knew exactly how ridiculous this thought was but still couldn’t help myself. It also didn’t help that I was able to count the amount of sunny days I experienced in Ireland on my hands and remembered each one with vivid clarity as they were the best things that ever happened to me.
The View While Walking Around Old Town
I finally came to the conclusion that enough was enough and my days gallivanting around Europe would have to feature the sun heavily to make things right in my world. To make up for the lost sunshine in my life, I decided to start of my days as a jobless layabout in Croatia. As it was the sun I was after, I decided that the only place to start would be Zadar. After all, Hitchcock said that it has the most beautiful sunset in the world and from the moment the flight was booked, I was dreaming of laying out in the sun all day only to witness (and instagram…silly little addiction but I suppose we all have one) this majestic moment. My fantasy was perfect but as luck would have it, reality was going to be a hard pill to swallow!
The Patch of Grass Where I Caught Some Rays
When my flight landed in Zadar, it was sunny but not as warmed as I was hoping for. Nevertheless, it was perfect t-shirt weather and it was good to feel the sun kiss my skin once again. I spent the day roaming around the old town and getting myself orientated and eating a little bit (aka a lot more than I’ll ever admit) of gelato before heading over to the sea organ. It was here that I stretched out and truly appreciated being in the presence of the sun once again. It looked as though locals and tourists alike were doing exactly what I was doing at that moment. Just as I was getting comfortable, I realized that I was no longer bathing in the sunlight. In the brief moment when I shut my eyes, the clouds had rolled in and started covering up the sky. The sky was looking that familiar grey once again as if it had tagged along on my flight from Dublin with me. And that was it. Before I knew it, the rains poured down and the dream of seeing the world’s most beautiful sunset had died. Fear sunk into my heart and I was just hoping that the weather would improve as I made my way to Dubrovnik the next day.
Categories: CROATIA, croatia: zadar
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