Last stop Croatia

We landed in Zagreb Croatia, the Nations Capital on Tuesday night. We were on a plane FULL of Texans. And every last one of them talked just like Mater from Cars. Sarah and I just about died laughing quietly to ourselves on the back of the plane. "hmm" one of them said. "thay took all meh foot lowshun." "I didnt thank lowshun was a lickwid." Anyhow, we had  plans to take a train to Dubrovnik. When we asked the best way to Dubrovnik at the ticket counter we were told "By Plane," as the other options were neither fast nor direct. We opted to book a night bus and see the sights of Zagreb for the day until our night departure. Zagreb was really cool, exploding with fashionable well dressed  people. Sarah and I found ourselves feeling a little out of place having slept at the airport, still  in hoodies and flip flops amongst their  leather coats, heels, and scarves. We arrived in Dubrovnik around 9:00am and successfully found a beautiful apartment with an ocean view just outside the old city's wall. To our delight, just 300 kuna a night (60 Canadian Loonies). We have three separate rooms connected by hallway, and a balcony joining the rooms on the other side. Our own little private kitchen has become our best friend, taking trips to the store to get ingredients for "home cooked" meals some evenings.  It took a while took get the prices straight here, 5.5 Kuna is about one dollar. The first time the register at the supermarkt beamed 300 we almost had a heart attack gripping our puny bag of groceries.  We have a beautiful beach just down the street that we have really enjoyed, and other times our balcony has sufficed in the sunshine with its more reasonably priced drinks:) Dubrovnik  is pretty tourist heavy with regular cruise ships docking daily, so good deals can be a little hard to find. The going rate for a mixed drink in the old city is about ten dollars. The fortified walls have been really cool to explore, but we still have loads of plans. You can actually take a tour around the tops of the walls through passages and corridors, this will be a must for us. Last night was a first for me. We went to a Vegitaeian restaurant recommended by our lonely planet books. It's kind of funny, it's name is Nishta, directly translated it means "nothing". When the owners tried to explain the concept of vegetarianism to the other locals they had a hard time. "We don't serve meat," they said. "So you serve nothing," exclaimed the locals. And so the name was born. Nishta. Nothing. We already have plans to go back but not before making some of our other plans realities. We still want to head up the mountainside to see a Croatin war exhibit. The exhibit Further expains the  city siege battles that earned them their independence in the nineties. There are countless islands awaiting exploration, and I'm sure the ocean will call our names another time or two. Next Stop, Canada Pat and Sarah