I Wish I Was a Littlle Bit Taller...

The next day we walked around the city doing most of the survey. It was a GORGEOUS day to be outside, in such a beautiful city, and did I mention yet that the people are all amazingly beautiful? And SO tall! Everyone, and I mean everyone towered over both Beth and I, and they were all thin as a rail. We did our second grocery store on this day and towards the end we encountered some permission issues. Beth had a woman yelling at her that she couldn’t take any prices, but Beth handed her the letter from the EU and told her that we had an appointment and were invited to come there and take the prices. While the lady went in the back room to call headquarters to check up on it, Beth and I finished in a hurry and left before she had time to come back out and tell us to get out of her store. In the third store we surveyed, no one even looked at us sideways. It is just really crazy to compare the social differences between Israel and here in Croatia, even though we didn’t have any permission problems in Israel, EVERYONE wanted to know what we were doing, where we were from, what our name was, etc. etc. but in Croatia, aside from a few people asking us what we were doing because they were nervous we were doing something that wasn’t allowed, they didn’t even look at us twice, they weren’t curious, they didn’t care who we were or why we were there. What a difference social upbringing makes.