The Sphere Effect

Sometimes I think I should have my head smacked. I have a problem with dates sometimes… I admit it. Just ask my sister. Once we were in Mexico City, and we were supposed to leave on a particular day, and we turned up at the airport a day late. We had absolutely no idea what day of the week it was.

Well… I’ve done it again! Twice!!

I booked our flight from Budapest to London the day AFTER I am supposed to leave London for Indonesia, and today we turned up for our Sailing Trip around Croatia a day early. Had to carry our backpacks all around Split trying to find accommodation for another night, because we couldn’t bare to walk all the way back up the hill to our ‘lovely’ hostel of last night. (The bathrooms were truly spectacular - none of the toilets in the girls toilet either closed or locked, and the girls showers were connected to the boys bathroom by a balcony. Modesty? What modesty?)

So anyway, we wandered a little around Split lugging our huge backpacks with us, and couldn’t find anywhere (every building looks the same in Split). Then (after a small prayer) we were approached by a Croatian Man who asked us if we were looking for accommodation and took us back to a lovely little apartment in his girlfriend’s flat. Truly lovely, very cheap and we are very happy and satisfied. We have spent the afternoon wandering around Split, doing some shopping and drinking on the sidewalk across from the beach. So it’s not so bad after all.

Sometimes I wonder why my friends put up with me ……