The beauty of travel is that you could set foot in a country unsuspecting and wide-eyed, and then have yourself swept up in a whirlwind of emotions that leave you a slightly different person than when you first arrived.
Everything seems to happen at once. You heighten your senses and lose your judgement. You become less of you but grow into yourself like never before. You guard your purse but let your heart run free. You become smarter, wiser, and at the same time you find yourself doing things that are nothing but silly/ stupid (depending on the severity).
Perhaps it’s the place, or the people you meet along the way.
It could be the Sea Organ of Zadar, the waterfalls of Plitvice, the ethereal romance of Split or the hauntingly beautiful nights of Dubrovnik.
With each place i grow a little more comfortable with myself, a little more brazen. I bartered with each city,spilling a few of my secrets in exchange for memories that would steal my breath when I returned home thousands of miles away. I exchanged burdens with strangers, hoping we’d carry each other’s away when we parted for our separate ways.
I couldn’t possibly speak about what to do or where to go in Croatia. My memories have not yet faded into the mundane.