I've been in Croatia now for three days, and have been outside for less than 5 hours total. My flight from Florence was canceled, and then re-routed via bus to Genoa where we were flown out just after midnight, to arrive in Split in the middle of the night. My adventure started ok, I found a taxi and meandered my way to a hotel room by 4AM. My taxi driver was very kind, giving me a quick historical tour of Split while I found a place to stay. After finally collapsing into a bed, I woke up the next day with a horrendous migraine. My body ached, waves of nausea washed over me, and I had slept roughly 4 hours before it was time to check out.
I vaguely remember getting contact information from my AirBNB host to check into my apartment. I shuffled to the bus station, sat down and put my face in my hands, waiting. I boarded the bus and remember being told I was going three stops. I sat down and closed my eyes. One, two, three, and I was off, looking for my host. She found me, and I tried very hard to say hello while holding myself together and ignoring the urge to curl up and die under a bush.
I feel like the walk back to the apartment is a blurry slideshow of sweats, pain and nausea intermingled with images of cars parked so tightly there is no sidewalk. Slideshows of feeling like I might actually get run over by a passing car that truly has no where else to go. But we made it. I checked in, she went over basic details I don't remember, she left, and I peeled off my clothes and collapsed trembling onto the couch.
I vaguely remember getting contact information from my AirBNB host to check into my apartment. I shuffled to the bus station, sat down and put my face in my hands, waiting. I boarded the bus and remember being told I was going three stops. I sat down and closed my eyes. One, two, three, and I was off, looking for my host. She found me, and I tried very hard to say hello while holding myself together and ignoring the urge to curl up and die under a bush.
I feel like the walk back to the apartment is a blurry slideshow of sweats, pain and nausea intermingled with images of cars parked so tightly there is no sidewalk. Slideshows of feeling like I might actually get run over by a passing car that truly has no where else to go. But we made it. I checked in, she went over basic details I don't remember, she left, and I peeled off my clothes and collapsed trembling onto the couch.
Sweaty and shaking, I fell asleep for the next 4 hours. The following day I woke up feeling slightly less like death, and managed to rummage through my backpack and locate some electrolyte tabs and ginger candies. That'll have to do. I tried repeatedly to get up and get showered to go get food, but each time I stood I got dizzy and my head threatened to explode. Back to bed.
Yesterday I started to feel a little better and the pounding in my head was a little less, so I decided to venture out to get some food. Walking down to Diocletian's Palace and the port was so beautiful. It was such a heavenly contrast to where I'd been spending my time thus far.
Croatia was blowing my mind. Everywhere I turned there was a smiling face, eager to make certain I felt welcome.
Then my sister arrived, and we planned our excursion to Hvar by ferry. That adventure will be coming next, so hang on to your curiosity, because it was wonderful.
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