As soon as I set foot in my apartment, I let out a sigh of relief. Home. It felt good to be finally home. I missed my little apartment. I missed my job. I missed my weekly routines of coffee runs and Soul Cycle classes. But most of all I missed HB. It was an amazing trip for sure, but a month and half was just way too long.
My jetlagged self decided to wake up at 3:30am this morning and rather than struggling to go back to bed, I just got up and drove to work. The perks of getting to work this early? No traffic and you get the entire laundry room to yourself. 3 loads of laundry, a month and a half worth of clothes, all clean and nicely folded. I know. I have way too many clothes to last me for 3 trips without having to recycle anything.
I’m looking at the clock and waiting for that moment when I crash onto my keyboard.
Croatia was amazing, but hands down Slovenia can’t be beat. Why? For one, no one really knows where the hell it is. I only know because Rickie Steve (We started calling him Rickie, because at this point in our travels I feel like we’ve become the best of friends) recommended it as an additional visit to Croatia. Slovenia is like Lake Como but with an entire country. Its untouched natural beauty leaves you speechless. I loved every minute of my downtime in this country.
From Slovenia, we came through Croatia. Beautiful beaches and small mountain towns but it’s all very touristy.
Our last stop was to Dubrovnik or aka King’s Landing if you watch Game of Thrones (aka HBO’s soft porn. Seriously written by a teenage boy). It was the perfect way to end our vacation since the town was small enough to explore in just one day. We ended our last night with a piano performance from a local award winning performer. For one hour, we watched a lady beat up a piano and throw her head back with crazy in her eyes. I wasn’t sure whether it was passion or she was having some kind of a seizure.
Thank goodness we didn’t have to walk all the way up to get to our hotel.
I’m still salivating over the delicious fresh seafood from Croatia. Look at how fresh it is! I kid you not, I cleaned up that entire plate with my friend. There was no way we were going to leave anything behind. It was also very affordable at about $30 per person.
Ah the last of it. Our last stop was to Munich, Germany where we planned on celebrating Oktoberfest. My liver has been prepping for this since I left for So. Africa. I knew that tacking on Oktoberfest to end the trip may mean in ending my life, but…to Oktoberfest we went! I was also excited that my best friend Andrea flew from SF to Munich just to celebrate with us for 2 days. She’s crazy, but that’s why we’re friends. When given the opportunity to travel and experience something this exciting, you simply say yes.
Oktoberfest with the bestest!
Inside the Paulaner tent.
I think I’m ok with settling in San Francisco for a while. Not a bad place to stay put if you ask me.