The Last Dance!
Well, Folks. I was hesitant to write this post because 1) It means my vacation is SUPER over, and 2) It will be my last post for a while because no one cares about my Rambo battles with bug infestations or stupid people who get out of their cars to fight me on my way to work. So, without further ado...
On our last morning in Dubrovnik, we had this plan to catch a bus to the airport and go to a wine cave under the runway (no, I'm not kidding). So, we (Prash) lugs the luggage out to the street where we sit and wait for the shuttle bus for at least 45 minutes...at least. I start to doubt that it was coming, and I'm pretty impatient, so I suggested we just ask Mr. Boris for a cab. Prash wanted to wait a while longer, so we did. Right when we gave up hope and walked down the hill to speak with Mr. Boris...dun, dun, duhnnnnnn! The shuttle bus zoomed by. And left me with a very grouchy Mancub.
Long story short, we called the cab bus, the Mancub stopped being grumpy, and we made it to the airport! We were going to try to get bumped up to first class by telling the check in lady we had gotten married, but she also seemed grumpy, so we didn't try that.
In my books (or the internet, I can't remember at this point), They spoke of the mystical wine cave! Okay, it wasn't so much mystical. But anyway, in the Dubrovnik airport, they discovered this cave underneath the runway. Because Croatia has a ton of wine and like to practically throw it at everyone everywhere, they offer wine tastings in the cave. So, it's like mixing wine and spelunking, but taking out the factor of danger because there were handrails.
To say I was BEYOND excited, it quite the understatement. Because this one time years ago, Becky and I hiked up the side of a mountain to go "spelunking", and it was a time to cherish. I just really love caves.
The cave itself was great, Lovely, and totally worth the cover charge we paid to get in. Totally. But! There was one thing missing...
What's that? What was missing? The wine from the wine cave? That's right folks. Apparently this ordinary cave is only a wine cave if you bring 10 of your friends and book a day in advance. Because who doesn't take 10 of their friends to Dubrovnik with them! Whatever, I was grumpy. But it's Croatia and there was free wine on the flight, so all's well that ends well as the say.
Now let's just talk about the flight. Rewind to Vis when we watched that Denzel Washington movie Flight (I think I mentioned that, I can't even remember at this point). Anyway. We are bouncing over the Swiss Alps, and the kid beside me screams, "THE TAIL BROKE OFF THE PLANE!!!"...and I
cried like a child. Because I'm an adult. And just wanted to make him feel like he wasn't alone in his fear...totally.
Finally, we land in London, make it through customs. The TSA agent lectures me again on having a foreign boyfriend and makes me promise my parents know where I am, who I'm with, and who he is (happens every time). We make it to the hotel and I miss air conditioning again. So, we decide to go to a pub down the street for dinner. Prash eats half a chicken. I feel like being British and order fish and chips...turns out I don't so much love fish and chips. But now I know for sure.
It was a long trip and we were tired so we went back to the hotel for a quiet night in. The next morning we had breakfast at McDonalds and saw an old man sleeping at a table outside (turns out McDonalds is no different outside of America).
We made it to the airport, Prash saw Ben Howard's (right? I can't remember) band, and then we ate many doughnuts and said our goodbye's. I ended up sitting beside the band on the flight and it was a lot of fun, kind of made me forget how terrible it is having a Mancub on the other side of the world, until I landed in JFK and we won't even talk about how they made me unpack my books because they thought they were bombs. Way to go JFK airport, way to go.
Anyway, that concludes our wonderful trip! My life is boring lately, so this is it for a while. Stay tuned for next month when I get a Mancub for Christmas!
On our last morning in Dubrovnik, we had this plan to catch a bus to the airport and go to a wine cave under the runway (no, I'm not kidding). So, we (Prash) lugs the luggage out to the street where we sit and wait for the shuttle bus for at least 45 minutes...at least. I start to doubt that it was coming, and I'm pretty impatient, so I suggested we just ask Mr. Boris for a cab. Prash wanted to wait a while longer, so we did. Right when we gave up hope and walked down the hill to speak with Mr. Boris...dun, dun, duhnnnnnn! The shuttle bus zoomed by. And left me with a very grouchy Mancub.
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| Wooo Wine Cave Excitement! I have many bags. |
In my books (or the internet, I can't remember at this point), They spoke of the mystical wine cave! Okay, it wasn't so much mystical. But anyway, in the Dubrovnik airport, they discovered this cave underneath the runway. Because Croatia has a ton of wine and like to practically throw it at everyone everywhere, they offer wine tastings in the cave. So, it's like mixing wine and spelunking, but taking out the factor of danger because there were handrails.
To say I was BEYOND excited, it quite the understatement. Because this one time years ago, Becky and I hiked up the side of a mountain to go "spelunking", and it was a time to cherish. I just really love caves.
The cave itself was great, Lovely, and totally worth the cover charge we paid to get in. Totally. But! There was one thing missing...
What's that? What was missing? The wine from the wine cave? That's right folks. Apparently this ordinary cave is only a wine cave if you bring 10 of your friends and book a day in advance. Because who doesn't take 10 of their friends to Dubrovnik with them! Whatever, I was grumpy. But it's Croatia and there was free wine on the flight, so all's well that ends well as the say.
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| Because we were bored when I thought I was going to die. |
cried like a child. Because I'm an adult. And just wanted to make him feel like he wasn't alone in his fear...totally.
Finally, we land in London, make it through customs. The TSA agent lectures me again on having a foreign boyfriend and makes me promise my parents know where I am, who I'm with, and who he is (happens every time). We make it to the hotel and I miss air conditioning again. So, we decide to go to a pub down the street for dinner. Prash eats half a chicken. I feel like being British and order fish and chips...turns out I don't so much love fish and chips. But now I know for sure.
It was a long trip and we were tired so we went back to the hotel for a quiet night in. The next morning we had breakfast at McDonalds and saw an old man sleeping at a table outside (turns out McDonalds is no different outside of America).
We made it to the airport, Prash saw Ben Howard's (right? I can't remember) band, and then we ate many doughnuts and said our goodbye's. I ended up sitting beside the band on the flight and it was a lot of fun, kind of made me forget how terrible it is having a Mancub on the other side of the world, until I landed in JFK and we won't even talk about how they made me unpack my books because they thought they were bombs. Way to go JFK airport, way to go.
Anyway, that concludes our wonderful trip! My life is boring lately, so this is it for a while. Stay tuned for next month when I get a Mancub for Christmas!
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