Only two more days before I get on the bus to Zagreb and then the plane to Rome. Definitely getting amped.
Yesterday, Visjna brought me a piece of her homemade pumpkin pie, complete with whipped cream. Yum! Tonight, I’m treating her and her family to a pizza dinner. Hint: It’s not Dominoes. Or Pizza Hut. It’s Halo’s.
It’s cold enough here now that I need three layers of clothing on my walks. I’m not sure it will be much warmer in Italy but I’m getting used to it. It is a lot different than walking around in shorts, t-shirts and sandals like I did in Costa Rica.
The above slide show is the result of me taking my camera with me for one final walk to the Adriatic. I wanted to collect some beach sand as a keepsake. Emptied out my plastic pepper shaker for the container. Here, beach sand is really “beach pebbles.” No sand.
Once again, the task of unbundling myself to leave is a challenge, although not nearly like leaving Costa Rica, nor especially the long process of leaving Florida. At least here I haven’t bought a lot of stuff to get rid of, although I am winnowing down my belongings so that I only need one suitcase instead of two. The biggest challenges are trying to leave with little or new food left in the refrigerator and kitchen cabinets, and wearing clothes my last two days that I’m not taking with me (since I will not have time to wash and dry them). Despite my best efforts, I’m guessing there will be some food left over.
Also, I finally walked into town to get a haircut for the first time since I left Costa Rica the end of July. Actually, I walked down twice. The first was in the middle of the afternoon, but I learned that the shop is closed from noon to 4:30; so I went back the next morning. The shop was maybe 10×10, with two barber chairs and two customer chairs. The barber was a young guy. Had to wait on two customers ahead of me.
As I’ve discovered, when you don’t know the language well you are usually at the mercy of the barber. I brought a written translation for what I wanted but didn’t use it because I thought he understood me. So what I have is military-style whitewalls on the sides and longer hair on top. Not a bad look, just different. The cut cost $8 and was professionally done.
My bus to Zagreb leaves Vodice at 9:50 Monday morning. It’s a 4-hour trip. Once I’m there, I have to take another bus (if I can figure that out at the station) or a taxi, which would run me $25-30. My flight leaves at 5:15 p.m. so I have plenty of cushion time. The plane stops in Munich, where I change planes. I arrive in Rome at 9 p.m. I am already booked for three nights at the Hotel Seiler. On Tuesday and Wednesday I will be doing the “hop-on, hop-off” bus tour, where you can get on specific buses at various places and ride to different tourist sights. You can get off wherever you want, walk around, take pictures, have something to eat, and then go back to the bus stop, get on another bus and go to the next stop. I don’t think there are any tour guides for this but all I should need is a map.
On Thursday, Thanksgiving back in the States, I will be flying to Cantania, Sicily. I have a hotel for three nights (Hotel Catania Centro), time I will use to frantically try to find a place to live for three months (maybe less if the rents are too high).
One thing these hotel stays will do is force me to eat out among the locals. That should be interesting. I can’t wait to have real Italian food cooked in Italy.