En route to and finally in Croatia.

So I am finally on my first trip out of Canada since my travels to Egypt last year, and let me tell you it is long over due. I am currently sitting on flight on the way to Washington, to go to Frankfurt, to get to Dubrovnik. It kind of sucks to have so many connecting flights, but such is life and I am finally going away.

So as of yet our flight was an hour late taking off, which means sister Jenners and I will have to hightail it to make our connecting flight, which is scheduled to board pretty much as we land.
We are also on the smallest, most cramped plane I have ever seen, not to mention been on in my life. All for the adventure right?!

Oh and here is the best part of the flight, the flight attendant just got on her microphone and said is her heavy southern accent that they were about to start serving drinks, but “unfortunately we were not equipped with any ice on this flight.” Yes, yes I know what you are thinking, and you are right, ‘tis a bit of a shit show. So here begins the trip!

So next up is our flight from Washington to Frankfurt, which luckily we caught. It was one of the most turbulent flights I can remember ever being on. It felt like every half an hour or so our world was being rocked this way and that. So much so, that I had my hand gripping the wall of the plane for support, and I am pretty good flyer. And to make things even more fun, one of the most turbulent moments happened when I was in the bathroom, I did have to laugh at bit at the situation even as it was happening.

Oh but the worst part was the movies that were forced upon us… Definitely Maybe (lame cheesey romantic comedy), Be Kind Rewind, now I love Michele Gondry, but honestly the movie wasn’t very good the first time I saw it, the second was just painful, and finally a child’s movie called Nim’s Island, honestly not even worth explaining what it was about.

The eight hour flight finally ended and the flight into Dubrovnik was uneventful.

So we finally arrived, were met by our pick up guy, poor cousin Mona’s bag was of course the only one that didn’t make it on the flight (we finally got it today). So our pick up guy dropped us off at the gate of the old city told us walk down to the harbor and look for a guy in a blue t-shirt that said “ELITE” and went on his merry way.

Of course the man in the blue t-shirt was NOWHERE to be found, we wandered aimlessly for a bit back and forth and then some nice guy called someone for us and the man in the blue t-shirt coolly emerged from a restaurant and escorted us to our apartment.



After a much needed five hour nap we showered and emerged on the town, took it in and made our way to a bar, drank a few local beers at sunset at the Buza Bar which is set on the rocks overlooking the water. All is well that ends well right.