Adriatic Beauty.

Managed to successfully make my flight from Paris despite having only had 2 hours sleep. I'm not quite sure how this seems to keep happening but 1am cookies and wine tend to be both distracting and worthwhile. It also helps that the company is hilarious and I'm sad to leave them behind for a month where I'll have no one constantly repeating 'bed' after every time I say it and asking me what I call that thing you boil water in (..kettle.)

Now I am in Croatia! The first thing I did was grab a taxi and Glee was playing on the radio. I decided instantly that I like this country.

So far it's very hot. My 30 minute recommended walk into the town turned out to be rather a lot longer when streets only have signs when they feel like it and some landmarks were simply titled 'large tree'. Being midday at the time I'm sure my lobster body will remind me for awhile.

The hostel is right on the beach and the water is beautiful. Super clear and just the right temperature, it's nice to not have people sitting on top of you like 'Paris plages' too.

I have so far been spoken to in Croatian three times and am regretting not learning a single word. The go-to move is currently giggling followed by a swift but subtle departure. I am actually surprised about how many people don't speak English here but then again I am just an ignorant Kiwi. Who needs Croatian when you can speak English?

After less than a day here, I feel like the lifestyle, culture and way of the people is just so easy to get into. People wear shorts and singlets to town (which Parisians would find disgraceful), ride bikes in their bikinis and happily spend the entire day at the beach on these weird little stones, in an effort to get their already dark bodies on the more African side of the scale.

I could very happily become Croatian. This dark skin tone of mine would clearly make me fit right in.