Today we drove away from the coast and into the mountains. It was a dumb idea.
Tomorrow Matt is going hiking. Kerri is staying glued to the heater.
Today we drove away from the coast and into the mountains. It was a dumb idea.
Tomorrow Matt is going hiking. Kerri is staying glued to the heater.
On the drive to Plitvice we had to go through this 5.6 km tunnel.
Then things got crazy.
Matt asked for a snack, then the bag spontaneously exploded and bits of bake rolls floated everywhere. Gravity was suspended.
The snacks got into vital system controls.
Then we emerged into winter.
The Cathedral in Split doesn’t look much like a cathedral because it used to be a Roman mausoleum.
It has new decorations added on top.
But not much room for people to sit or anything.
The adjacent bell tower has sketchy stairs to the top.
But a really good view once you get there.
Most of the city is this way toward the mountains.
There is lots this way toward those other mountains too.
There is less city looking toward the port, this isn’t Venice and they like their city not sinking into the sea.
On the Twelfth day of Christmas Dinner my true love took me out to a restaurant.
Because the Christmas turkey was absolutely all gone.
We went to a museum that was almost all clothing.
With a couple of reconstructions of hundred year old bedrooms.
And lace which Matt thinks looks like an intestine. (Come on you can totally see it. The Lumen is down and its a cross section. Not perfect but the first thing I really did see.)
On the eleventh day of Christmas Dinner my true love reheated for me
The last of the turkey soup.
And then a frozen pizza because there wasn’t enough soup left. It tasted better than the box, but we forgot to take a picture of the pizza.
We got lost in the palace searching for some dead frogs.
Not this way either.
I know it was around here somewhere.
And found a Christmas olive tree.
Then we found the frogs but they were closed.
There was at least a nice sunset to brighten the mood.