Croatia, part deux.

I've been told by several different sources and friends that traveling is one of the few times in life where you can't really make a mistake.

So, I decided after all my careful planning and commitment to taking Bosnian language lessons in Sarajevo, that the idea of staying in one place for half of my trip was too stifling, and that I needed to move on.

By chance, I was able to email-tag the friends I made in Dubrovnik and meet up with them in Sarajevo for lunch. (Funny how that happens.) After hearing my woes, they offered for me to accompany them to Split, a coastal town in Croatia. They told me to meet them for the afternoon train to Mostar if I decided I wanted to go.

And a day later, I find myself in Split.

As always, I am ever learning just as much about myself as I am about the places I'm traveling to. Some folks do better with no plan at all, but I find I do much better if I set a timeline for myself and stick to it.

Anyway, I'm taking a ferry this afternoon to a little island off the coast called Vis; I'll spend two nights there and then move on Thursday morning. I think from now on I'll plan for two or three nights' stay and then stay longer if I feel like it.

By the way, I'm at the coolest place ever -- one of the few coin-operated laundromats in this part of the world (usually you'd pay by the load for someone else to do it), and it has an internet cafe, to boot. Two creature comforts in one. I love it.