A whole heap of the statues are uplifting as all get out, featuring bondage and nooses or sometimes bondage and nooses AND a mandolin (?) Most are without placards, so you just have to love them for their personalities.
Zagreb, the city of good times and great oldies.The Dolac Market is apparently the biggest/best known outdoor market in Zagreb, and features the national bird-- the red umbrella.
What it is distinctly lacking in, however, is smoothies. Delicious, life-giving smoothies. See, let me tell you a little something about Croatian beer. It is, perhaps, a tale as old as the drink itself. It is a tale of frothy brews, ponytails, and heartbreak.
First of all, the beer: As it turns out, I am allergic to being alive after drinking it, which is both the best and worst thing ever. I only had two drinks, Lahey, but you'd better believe I was basically under the table afterwards.
On ponytails: The waiter who served them to me had one. When I mentioned it was my first time trying it, he muttered "I can tell" as he walked away. sa-goddamn-woon. Just don't even bother trying to add up all his qualifications on my dreamboat checklist, because I tore that up and created a new one that's just the snapshot of him I carry in my heart. Told my parents I was marrying a Croatian waiter and moving to Zagreb and oh Meryl what a card she is, ha ha but no, I'm serious. This is real.
Why the heartbreak then, you ask? Well I also told my Mom about my embarrassment at the foot of Mt. Foreign Lager, and her first response was that I'd have to tell Eli. Really. Guess I brought this on myself by inviting him into the home, not to mention PBR bottles and Point Break. Such, such the facepalm.
Croatian countryside outside of the city is beautiful and green and about 60 degrees cooler than Zagreb.
We're getting out of dodge and heading for the Dalmatian Coast.
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