Only In Hrvatska...

Happy Friday to Everyone!

Here is a brief update on the past week, and upcoming events:

Yesterday was a sunny and beautiful (ljepa) day in Zagreb, around 75, with a bit of a breeze. I had the genius idea to walk to school, but I got tired sort of quickly, and ended up hopping on the bus instead. (Got to love public transportation.)

After school Chandra and I went to get coffee before Croatian class, and both ordered what we wanted without the waitress switching to English the minute we opened our mouths. Quite the victory.

I feeel I should insert something here about how delicious the coffee (kava) is here. For some reason, it is exactly the right temperature; thick, black, and yummy. Perhaps this is why the majority of Croatian spend their time sitting at cafes, chain smoking, and sipping coffee, seemingly for hours on end.

After Croatian class, (we found out there are reflexive verbs in Croatian, along with seven different cases!) Chandra and I went to Tango class again. This time I danced with the teacher, and found I loved it. It is a relatively simple dance, but the music is wonderful, and there is something sensual about it, though not at all sexual.

I then managed, (through a series of long and comlicated events,) to get myself locked out of the house. Luckily, having been raised to climb trees, I managed to make my oh-so-glamorous entrance through the downstairs bathroom window.

Only in Croatia does your gym teacher ask you, in all seriousness, what type of alcohol you like to drink. My gym teacher doesn't speak English, so this was all being translated, but she kept yelling the words PUNCH??? She seemed to think Americans like spiked punch. Hm.