Although our meeting was in Dubrovnik, we’d been
told that one of the most beautiful places in Croatia was a little town named
Split, so that was our first stop in the country. But first we had to get
there, and that wasn’t
easy. Our flight choices gave us several options and
none of them great. Barb ended up booking a flight that had two stops before
getting to Croatia; I found a more direct route, but had to go through the
dreaded Madrid airport. However, the
weather was so unsettled in the northern US that the airline was happy to put Barb
on the plane from DFW to Madrid instead of her multi-stop itinerary. I was
happy because I was on that plane, as well. We both had bulkhead seats, but not
together. The lady who sat next to me had an elbow that resided in my ribs – I
really missed sitting with Barb! Overly tight quarters, a completely full
plane, and surprisingly bad food did not bode well for this adventure.
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| Sunset on the road to Split |
