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I went to bed last night with a grass field below my window but the only color I could see this morning was white. This past week I went from Zadar, on the coast, to Plitvice lakes national park. It’s now cold enough for my hands and feet to numb as soon as I step outside.

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Both places were so beautiful. At times when I was in Germany I found myself forgetting I was in a new country, Croatia looks foreign and is ten times more interesting for it. Everyone here has been extremely generous and kind. The only difficultly I have been having is that the public transport here is not exactly up to European standards (though obviously still better than home).
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Yesterday I was supposed to head to Split but my bus never showed up. It’s interesting how small hiccups like this used to send me into a frenzy of worry and now they seem about as minor as a losing an ink pen. Things that used to be exciting, thrilling, and maybe even a bit scary don’t seem to affect me so much anymore. I wonder what happens when adventure becomes mundane? Does the mundane become adventure? Or do you just go on to seek something bigger?

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Well, I’ll sign off with that thought. Hopefully the bus will show up today.

P.s, I’m glad I’ve written about my time here abroad. I remember moments better when I explore them.