Chillaxing on the Adriatic
July 17th 2008 Sitting at the bus stop the little old lady, wrinkled and shrunken with age, smiled a toothless grin and shuffled closer to me. She launched into a speech in rapid Croatian, and I unsuccesfully tried to keep up my end of the conversation with appropriate nods and reassuring smiles. Unperturbed by my obvious lack of understanding of her native tongue, she dug into her handbag and pulled a weather
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