Driving the Coast of Croatia.
fanta, maps, sleep, cookies (sorry - “biscuits”), wine, and then some more wine, beer, suntan cream, pebbles, stolen kisses, mountains, ferries, red tiles, feet up, windows down, sunglasses, steak, pizza, dancing, more steak, mcds searching [and failing], hand holding, water bottles, real coke, private beaches, people watching, small town observing, stairs, omigod so many stairs, clear water, kuna to euros to pounds to dollars, jagerbombs, laughing at kids, day drunk, black out drunk, dancing, singing, towels that feel like cardboard, missed ferries, world’s most expensive taxis, sunsets, open roads, breathtaking views, irish pubs, ice-cream cones, photos, warm water, sunny skies, dresses, marble, flip flops, passports, cable cars, old lady eating shell fish right out of the water, pink bikinis, man sherpa, chewing gum, super hot showers, then super cold showers, castle exploring, alley way finding, bell tower hiking, radio station seeking, life.
