Not hiking in the traditional sense of climbing through a natural, peaceful landscape with wildlife and birdcalls, but with buses that try to kill pedestrians and hoards (possibly a hyperbole) of stray cats instead of the occasional squirrel or chipmunk.
Today Zoran told me that my name in Croatian means fox. This gives my entire life a greater sense of meaning, and my everyday actions purpose. Perhaps I will devise a clever blog title using this knowledge.
Today I trekked around the old city with Ian and Zoran, and we strayed off the Stradun into more residential areas. (And up a lot of steps, and we wonder why Europeans are thin.) It keeps occurring to me that to live within the walls must be very similar to living in a museum. I said this as two natives were passing, and Zoran told me they repeated what I said. /n00b
Stacy and I discussed this evening how much being here feels like vacation. It's coming to an end of sorts, with the start of classes, and I feel like I should be getting back to RIT.
