A possum in heat

          Breakfast. Beach - dunk and burn. Eat. Sleep. & do it AGAIN.

That's been my life.. for the last 7 days, with the exception of the following:

1. we went to the mall!
it took 30 minutes by bus + 15 minutes by public transport to get to Zadar (a bigger city in Croatia)

I came away after my massive purchase of 1 pair of shoes... for william. for Christmas! ha.

Something I've noticed, Croatians.. really fancy their screen T's. I mean it. they are all about taking an ordinary, let's say, baby blue cotton crew cut and plastering some obnoxious wordage on it, "OMG! look at me!" " I like to have fun!" "Buy me a puppy"

it's bizzare.

Also, even tho the USD currency exchange rate is strong here... It doesn't mean things are all that cheap at the mall... they simply jack up the prices, 185 Kuna for a pair of jeans isn't that big of a deal. It's alright. but... yeah. Imagine how Croatian Natives pay for clothes! ? moral of the story. I walked away clothes-less..

2. Jelena & I went to the Cinema!!!!!

It was an open air cinema! I LOVED IT. It was an old school theater style seating and a large screen, which was incredibly clear in my opinion!

We watched The Hangover 3, with a bottle of wine and a clear, warm summer night. perfect.

Then, afterwards we walked to the beach- it was like a carnival at night! We grabbed slices of pizza.. one of the best pizzas I've eaten! the crust was SO FLUFFY. Legit.

let me talk about pizza in Croatia for a minute:
They put WEIRD things on pizza. like.. ham. not American style ham. thin slices of... I guess you'd call it ham, but it sure doesn't taste like it. or bacon. bacon- just a slice tho! not little chunks of bacon.. but a strip of bacon down the center. OR CORN. CORN FOR CHRIST'S SAKE. WTF. corn. ew. I hate corn. 

also, you know how we'd normally keep pizza in a hot box.. in some container to control the heat.. they like to just have.. a glass box.. and hey, who cares if the pizza is warm!? or sits there for 2 hours.. they'll stlll sell it to you... mmmmm.

3. We went to a club in Biograd!

So it was... like ... midnight, and we strolled to the beach, where there were 3 or 4 clubs and a few more bars in a row.. music here is... interesting..

There's a few different kinds of Croatian music here.. you have the Pop, Rap, Narod Njaci, & Cajke.

Rap is piss poor.

Narod Njaci ... well when I first encountered this music genre, Jelena compared it Country... I was confused since.. it didnt sound anything like the twangy banjo picking crap we have back home.. it was more.. up beat, club style stuff... but EVERY ONE, and I mean everyone (but me) was singing along...at the top of their lungs!

after further discussion.. I discover how she compares it to Country... It's very patriotic. & I guess all the 'rednecks' listen to it.. or what would be comparable

Cajke ... they whine in the song. seriously. it's so hard to explain... it sounds like... ugh. how do I explain it.. "Onu Moju" is a song with a bit of whining in it.. it's light on the whine factor.

both kinds include an accordian. I am so so glad that we lost that when all of our immigrant ancestors came over. Accordians are for polka and nothing else. please.

random:
Jelena is like a topless 95 year old, passifist mom.... NO JOKE..
today.. there was a mosquito on the wall.. and Jelena tip toes over ... has a "bounty" in her hand (yes, a paper towel.. they dont call them that.. they call them BOUNTY. the brand...anyway..) and swats at the wall... but I'd hardly call it a swat.. I'd call it a love tap .. where she actually flicked her leg in the air like she was having her first kiss.

then, later today.. she goes.. "Gimminy Cricket!" instead of like.. holy crap, or dang! or... God forbid anything worse than that.. gimminy cricket.

Speaking of God - God in Croatian is Bog.

I giggled when I found out, and now I sing every song I can replacing God with B.O.G.

"Gettin down with B.O.G."

"If BOG was one of us... just a slob like one of us..."

I sound like a ranting Christian but.. oh well...

another random story:
I tried Rakija! which is like Croatian moonshine.. it's made from plums! Jelena's aunt calls it her "medicine". Got a headache? take a shot!

also,
I must of jinxed it.. because I burned. =( On the plus side.. IM SO TAN NOW. my tan lines are SO obnoxious. I can't wait to come home and compare my color to mom.. This took 2 1/2 weeks to get this golden brown.. Plus side. I am not peeling.. not like Jelena's face. legs, & stomach. haha.
we've also perfected the tan... lay on the rocks. yes rocks, did i mention the beach is made of rocks? bah. I'm learning to get use to it. my feet are like cinder blocks now. strong as shit. anyway, we lay on the water line with our feet dipped in so we don't have to cross the hot sahhara to the water every time we are sweating to death.

Oh, I actually compared it to being a 'possum in heat' hahaaa.. you know, like how a possum plays dead when he is scared.. well I play dead when I'm hot. all motor function ceases.

I got post cards today! and... tomorrow I'm making pancakes! wish me luck.. because, I never have before.. so this should be interesting

last story, did I mention how I may have yelled at two German kids at the beach? those little brats were hitting rocks together and smashing them to bits.. but in the process ... shrapnal would fly and nail me in the head. well, unlike Tasha who gave them their rocks back.. I was like PFF. HEY. NINE!! which means NO, in German.. I learned it last Euro trip. they gave me the evil eye the rest of the time.. well.. serves em right! haha. okay, no I dont really want to be the rain on their parade. but my eye really didn't want to be shot with rock shards..

oh, i accidentally hit Jelena in the head like 4 times because .. for some reason she keeps getting behind me or under my arm and I swing around by accident. my excuse is always that I didn't see her there.. she is starting to retaliate..

again.. wish me luck

Okay okay, last story... Jelena and I were walking around the town at night, there was a band playing outside so I sat on a ledge.. An old lady walked past so I smiled.. She smiled back.. Than waved.. So of course, I waved back... I guess Jelena was doing the same thing as I was so.. She walked over and wished us a goodnight... She was so adorable that as she was walking away I (Jelena) asked for a photo with her.. She was so funny because she was like "oh should I fix myself ? What about my purse!?" And so .. Okay let me backtrack and say she only spoke Croatian.. And Jelena forgot to mention to her that I do not. So I was nodding my head and saying 'da, da, da' (yes yes yes) when it felt appropriate.. Taking my cues from Jelena.. Well somehow she got to talking about her daughter who had cancer! Well how was I suppose to know? Jelena pinching my leg wasn't a clue.. Since I don't know! It was hurting so I was squeeling and shirking away.. Needless to say, I looked like a weirdo. End of story 

Bye zvone!