ZAGREB & PLITVICE LAKES » 6-9 March (3 nights)
My first moment entering Croatia happened right at the Slovenian-Croatian boarder, when I was asked for my passport and it took me twenty minutes to find it, a lot of clothes out of my backpack, and two very angry guys waiting for me as I delayed the train. Sorry...
In Zagreb I arrived already with a weird mood, as I was made fun of for counting my money about three times to know how much I was spending on a slice of pizza! I then discovered I was the only guest at my hostel, which didn't made any good to my feelings of loneliness. The receptionist girl seriously tried to make me some company, but well, I was on my own.
I then had thee worst cappuccino of all time at the station. And this is how the day I decided I didn't like Zagreb, started. Waking up before the sun, missing a bus, and having the worst cappuccino on Earth, besides being the only guest at the hostel, and the streets being flooded with people and me feeling like a dwarf trying to walk normally and the fact that nothing there was exciting for me.
From the start of my trip, I had dreamed to arrive in a place covered in snow, and I had lost my hopes on that, when suddenly I'm in a place with so much snow I can't even understand where I'm suppose to walk.
Plitvice Lakes are a dream! A place were you'll get lost searching for watterfalls, frozen lakes, with views that don't even seem possible to be real. I was out of there with my face burned with cold, but fuck it I was happy, like crazy stupid happy and in love!
So this was Croatia, a mix of opposite feelings in just three days, a bunch of bad times that were all worth it by getting the chance to make a dream come true and see Pltivice Lakes with my own eyes and confirming my love. I'll be back!