6 AM - Get up, grab your bag, go get some breakfast, Hop on a bus.
8 AM - Arrive at Dussledorf-Weeze Airport. Sit around for 4 hours.
12 PM - Board Plane to Split, Croatia
12:15 PM - Listen to Jacki's hilariously bad joke about Croatia.
"Man, I hope our half gets there, 'cuz I hear the plane is going to Split!"
12:16 PM - Remember exactly why I love my future roommate.
1 PM - Arrive in Paradise.
As soon as we arrived, it was clear that Croatia was not going to be an ordinary trip. It was beautiful from the minute we stepped off the plane, and even waiting in the airport to get through customs was better than normal. We spent the next 3 or 4 hours driving down the coast to Dubrovnik. We arrived at 10 PM, so clearly my times are a little confused, but you get the idea.
After dropping our bags off in the rooms at the super-swanky Hotel Lero (and getting a free dinner courtesy of DJ Dulcia!), a few of us went out and explored. We were searching for a beach, which took us through the city center and to some rocks jutting out over the water instead. We sat and talked for a while, admiring the water and discussing plans for drunken hide-and-seek in Dubrovnik's city walls.
Side Note: Drunken H+S never actually happened. Bummer, it would've been crazy.
We got back to our Hotel by 1 am and promptly crashed, expecting a full day of activity to come.
We awoke around 8 am, went to breakfast, then had teacher-guided tours of Old Dubrovnik, similar to London. The only difference here was that no one, not even the teachers, knew much about Croatia.
After the first tour of the City Wall, we disembarked for lunch. I saw a mass of pigeons that I could liken only to Hitchcock's The Birds - they sat in wait, flocked around and divebombed for food.
It was Awesome.
After this, the Renaissance Art class gathered and toured one of the local churches... Well, we tried to - turns out the planned adventure was based on misinformation and exhibits that should have been available to the public simply weren't. This became a recurring trend all week, often followed by going to a cafe and bonding over a drink with the professor and going to the beaches to enjoy paradise.
Really, Really Awesome.
Truly, we were in bliss. That night we headed to a bar called Fresh, run by a Canadian-turned-Croatian, followed by dancing at Fuego, a latin dance club. It was a great time...
But then we learned that Croatia has a dark side - something no one was ready for.
More to come...
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