Breakfast in Ljubljana and Dinner in Zagreb

We started our day by crashing Sara’s honeymoon again having breakfast with Sara and Zack.  And after spending a couple of more hours waiting for Jackie and Jeannette to look at other peoples junk at a glorified flea market we finally made it on a train to Zagreb.

I really enjoyed Slovenia but was damn glad to leave.  Richard thought it funny that he told everyone we met there that we were personal friends with Melania and they should treat us well.

I took charge and set the agenda in Zagreb and insisted we begin our Croatia tour by visiting my favorite museum.  I have been raving about the Museum of Broken Relationships since I toured it two years ago and thought everyone should enjoy it as much as I do.  I was wrong – what I thought was hilarious depressed the other three.

For instance there is one exhibit that has an axe lodged in a piece of wood. The back story is that the axe was sent to the museum by a lesbian whose live-in girlfriend ran off on a vacation with another girl.  Seems she used the axe to chop up a piece of her girlfriend’s furniture each day.  When the ex girlfriend came returned all her furniture was chopped up and stacked in a pile in the middle of the floor.  Now I don’t care who you are – that is damn funny.

Then there was the exhibit of just a router someone contributed with a short note saying the couple was just “Not Compatible”

Or, The girl from Amsterdam that took up with a Peruvian guy traveling thru Europe.  After shacking up and sponging off her for months,  her latin lothario skipped out while she was out shopping.  All he left behind was a bottle of holy water in a container of the Virgin Mary.  He had previously told his jilted lover that he would only give the bottle of holy water to the love of his life.  Problem was the girl had looked in his travel bag weeks before and saw it was full of the exact same bottles of holy water.

I guess you have to be a person of discriminating taste to appreciate the humor in other people’s pain.

Jackie lost trust in my urban guiding skills and went off on her own.  And her idea of a good time…  visiting a stupid Mushroom Museum and shopping for soccer shirts with some obscure Croat player’s name on them.  Go figure – a mushroom museum instead of a perfectly good Torture Museum, Go Figure!

Benjamin Disraeli was quite right – “Like all great travelers, I have seen more than I remember and remember more than I have seen.”

Onward to Dubrovnik – home of Game of Throne’

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One Response to Breakfast in Ljubljana and Dinner in Zagreb

  1. Nancy says:

    I hate to eat mushrooms, love looking at them in the wild. I would opt for the torture museum 😁. Sounds like you guys are having a great time. No pictures of the ax I the wood pile?

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