The next day, I started noticing that Croatia is a very developed, high-end nation, especially considering it is Eastern Europe. We dove right into the grocery stores the next day. I took on Beth’s approach, which I consider very ballsy; we went in there open-book and didn’t say a word to anyone. While taking prices, a police man flashed his badge at me and started talking in Croatian. I cut in to tell him I didn’t understand and asked for a manager, hoping he would understand. She spoke English and once I told her what I was doing and showed her the letter from the EU and she was fine with it, immediately. The policeman walked away looking like a dog with his tail behind his legs. I felt great about it.
At night we hung out in Beth’s suite, ordered room service, watched American Pie, and tried to avoid all the porn channels. Ah, what a life!
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