When I left the Falls of Plitvica I did so with mixed feelings. It is always nice to meet people who have their heart at the right spot, hence it is always slightly bitter to leave them behind. Plus, Melanie and Giu gave me their view of Zagreb, and they are not the greatest fans of the town, which made me a bit hesitant to even go there.
Admittedly, the overcast sky and the disintegrated facades of buildings on the way to the hostel were not too inviting. But after settling in, having eaten and refreshed, with a dark beer on the table, life looked not too shabby at all. I went out with some people from Poland, and Argentina and found the old town lively, with people roaming the warm evening atmosphere, and pleasantly uplifted.
While recovering from Saturday’s night activities on Sunday afternoon, Jana asked to join me on the hostel’s balcony for lunch. Her being German probably did not trigger the most welcoming response in me, which she noticed as she told me later. But when I learned that she is a psychologist I realized that she must be the right amount of a bag of crazy, making her a proper companion to hang out with. 😉
We visited the Museum of broken relationships together, which was very interesting, albeit a rather sad collection of intimate artifacts. We enjoyed some cocktails on the hills on top of Zagreb’s downtown, chatting away like old friends. After a nice dinner, we found a pub that offers sandbags to lie on the outside, with a great cover song duo. Oh, sweet life!
Talking about the intricacies of life and living into the wee hours made us realize that we already had all answers to the great questions of life – or so it felt. So, with that in mind, it was easy to slumber the sleep of the just and beautiful.
Jana went on a pre-planned tour today, and I am on the way to Belgrade. Again, a cozy situation broken up, leaving the comfort zone again, setting sail for new adventures, hoping to meet again someday. Maybe soon, since we both still roam the same region of Europe for a while. But you never know. Traveling finding is just as a large part of the experience as leaving. Letting go never gets easier, it seems to me. Apparently, to relinquish someone or something is one of the parts of life that do not work better with practice. A well, pros and cons of hitchhiking, I guess.