Nothing like waking up thunder and pouring rain in a foreign country! Good times had by all in Zagreb this morning. After wolfing down free breakfast at the hotel... and, you know, smuggling out two rolls for later... we took a cab the two tenths of a mile to the train station. In our defense, it was POURING when we called it. It is not our fault the sun was shining merrily by the time the cabbie showed up. It happens!

6 looooong hours later we arrived in Split on the coast of the Adriatic. You step off the train and are facing the beautiful ocean... which was a very cool sight but not nearly as cool as the sight of a lady holding up a sign that said SHANDON ALLEN. I have always wanted that to happen to me... our lives are complete. Our lovely Split hostess walked us along the promenade, ocean on one side, Roman looking ruins on the other... about ten minutes until we got to the Apartment Margarita. Trip Advisor said "stone cottage" and it is! We are above a restaurant and from the front window you can see the sea! Juliana (that is not quite her name but it's not coming to me, so... Juliana it is) left us and we were on our own to explore Split.

First up... lunch. Duh. We ate at the restaurant right across the alley from the apartment, which made it exciting to say, "I'll just run up and put the leftovers in the fridge. Be back in a minute." LOVE IT HERE! :)

We found the ruins of an old palace... there's some good history here, but, unfortunately, this isn't a very informative blog, so google your heart out and let me know what Split is all about! All I know right now is that it is SWEEEET! There are all these alleyways going all over the place and you get lost but eventually show up facing the ocean somewhere and it all works out.

We had dinner at this cool place in the middle of the maze of stone buildings. The meal cost us 97 Kuna, which means I nearly had a panic attack, then did the conversion and realized the total was $17. Whew. Anyway... the promenade was pretty empty this afternoon but in the late evening it filled up with families galore. It had a carnivalish (uh huh, real word - carnivalish) feel with cotton candy, popcorn, balloons, etc. Throw in the mediterreanish feel of stray dogs and cats running amok, and you've got yourself a Split party. When we finally headed home at about 9:30 (party animals!!!) we left quite a party out there.

Tomorrow we are jumping on a ferry to one of the islands, called Brac. Major beach day!

Well... good night! And, as they say in Croatia... "No, we don't take Euros."