|It was a sad story.|
|My favorite museum of all time.|
|Me and my dope posse.|
On a more serious note:
I've been aimlessly wandering (ahem reference to title here) around Zagreb, taking in the sights and I started thinking about what I might be doing if I were home right now. My mind went blank. What would I be doing? A couple of days ago I was chatting with this nice young man from Australia about life plans and what I hope to get out of this experience and I realized I am not doing anything I had expected when I set out on this adventure. Well that's not entirely true, I'm just not doing anything to the extent that I had expected to. I was truly expecting to connect with more locals or at least people who I could keep in contact with to help further down the road when I'm researching/writing whatever the heck I thought/think I was/am going to be doing with my life. (You may be confused by all the "/" but please stay with me dear reader). As I explained to my Bonder-advisor (and general super cool lady) Brook, I feel like a sponge. I'm here in Croatia and I'm just passively absorbing the culture around me instead of actively seeking new experiences. I'm spending far too much time in my own head. I'm definitely the product of a Western world and I constantly feel the need to achieve something. Instead of just being in a place and accepting this experience for what it is. I'm trying to force meaning onto everything I'm doing.
I also felt this enormous wave of homesickness today. I have no idea what I'd be accomplishing back home (and let's face it probably not a lot right now) but I can't help it. Everyone says there is a 3 month wall... well, it was 3 months as of January 27th, here's my wall.
Now to Pula!