Monday

Last day in London. Didn’t do much of anything but wash some clothes, pack our suitcases (trying to get them under 40lbs a piece), train to the airport, and fly to Croatia. A taxi was supposed to be waiting for us at the airport, but we never saw anybody holding a sign with our names or our villa’s name, so we just got our own taxi and gave him the address.

We soon found ourselves zooming along the curvy roads at about 100km an hour, in a Mercedes. Our villa is nice, the room is very basic and bare, but suits our needs. We had dinner at the villa as well, since we were told it had a very good restaurant. Christine got to try her squid ink sauce that she was looking forward to (it was yummy), Kristi ordered some grilled fish, and I had picked a mussels dish, but they were out, and I really couldn’t think of what else I wanted so I just got a pasta with chicken and mushrooms. We also had two bottles of the house white (other members for the wedding party had already drank all the house red the night before). Our waiter, Maladen, brought us some beers as well. We’re not sure why, but we graciously accepted them because we are nice Americans. The meal was 346 kuna (or how they like to write it, 346,00). That’s not even $60 for three entrees and two liters of wine. Croatia for the win.

Airport nachos


Airport ciders


View flying into Dubrovnik







squid ink pasta


free beer


More pictures can be found in my Europe Flickr set, here