Welcome to Zagreb!

After a week in England, we were officially on our way to Croatia!  I was only mildly excited seeing as how we had been planning this trip for close to a year, but you know, whatever.  So for starters, a lady in Heathrow called the flight attendant a lying b-word for having her stow her carry-on bag under the plane (this lady and her rude family are relevant I promise).  Anyway, we get on the plane just fine, the rude lady is sitting in front of us, and her rude husband decides that I'm sitting in his seat.  So he goes to find a flight attendant to verify my ticket.  Needless to say, he was just wrong.  After that came snack time...Croatia Airlines has amazing snack time.  Any airline that calls brunch Croatian wine and green olive tapenade is ok by me. There were also figs...but that was more Prash's specialty.  I later went on a hunt for this tapenade and now have two tiny containers and one large container on my counter.  Go big or go home.  (If anyone wants to come over for an olive party, feel free!).

Once we land in Zagreb, we have to take a shuttle bus to the terminal.  Prash and I get on the bus and wait for everyone else to get on.  Backstory time!  The first time Prash ever laughed at me for being a sped, I was on a bus not holding onto anything, it moved and I almost fell.  Flash forward three years.  I'm holding onto the pole, and rude man and her husband show up, he tries to squeeze past me, so I let go of the pole to let him pass...and he just stands there in between me and the pole...holding the pole...because he is a Certified Tool.  I gave him the stink eye.  He could feel it, deep down.  Anyway, we make it through customs, rude woman tries to take one of our bags, and then we finally get in our Mercedes Taxi and we are on the way to the Dream Hotel.


From the outside, the Dream Hotel looks like the movie Hostel.  Okay, it's not that bad, but it was in the middle of nowhere and I was fairly convinced I would die there...but I didn't so it's ok.  We get settled in and call our driver friend, Niko to take us into town.  Niko apparently has a smell, just ask Prash...he smelled him all over Croatia.  I think it was just because Niko was pretty attractive...he smelled like an attractive Croatian in too much cologne.  I'm getting sidetracked.  While we were waiting for him, Prash made friends with the hotel manager, who apparently forgot I was there while being captivated by his "ear for languages", because he pronounced Croatian beer properly.  Good for her!  Anyway, we get into Zagreb City Centre and wander around, and I made Prash take the obligatory photo...Then! We stumbled upon an art gallery and saw that.  Just in case you cant tell, that is a man holding a golden penis statue...and in case you still can't tell, there it is again.Zagreb had a ton of restaurants with cute patio seating so everyone just sits outdoors eating and drinking in the middle of the town.  It was nice and relaxing and just what we needed.  Prash ate an entire fish in front of me that night.  When I say an entire fish, I mean the entire fish..with its head...and its eyeballs...in front of me.  At least he waited for me to finish my meal before partaking of an eyeball (I'm getting sick just thinking about it, subject change!)
After dinner we walked some more, and I found another church! Ahhhhhhhhh! (That is to be read in the sound of Angels singing in perfect harmony.  No?) After the church, there was more ice cream and then back to the hotel so we could catch the early bus to Plitvička Jezera. Or the land of 100 lakes...ok it's not called that, but whatever. Until next time!