Friday morning, I woke up in the apartment in Dubrovnik, screamed in the bathroom as a fuzzy centipede-like creature crawled out of the floor drain, and finished off the rest of my milk and cereal- hooray for cereal! Nikola had been very kind in that he said that he would buy a ticket for the 8:00 am bus to Mostar for me; I could just pay him back. However, as I was finishing my packing, Danijela came in and explained that the bus for Mostar was sold out. Argh! That was OK, she said, Nikola would drive me down there anyway to see if I could squeeze in. Though I was ready at the discussed time, 7:30 am, we didn't leave until after 7:45, when Nikola told me that we also had to pick up a
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