Sarajevo

I didn't go to Sarajevo. I was all set to, I had my bag packed and ready for an early morning departure. When I thought no one else would show up to share the tiny room I shared with several others, another girl came.

"Where did you come from?" "Sarajevo, there was so much show I couldn't do anything." "Snow - this time of year!?" All I have are these god damn sundresses, no hiking boots or it wouldn't have stop me.

Okay now what - where do I go? I think I'll check out the internet. I sit close to the computer while one girl chats with every Facebook friend she has. An hour later she says, "Oh did you want to use this?"

I go over my emails. A name I don't recognize says he has visa information. Who is this guy? I almost delete it but I don't. It's from the consulate saying my visa is ready and I can pick it up in London. I've been cleared. I'm in shock. I change my return ticket. Instead of Sarajevo I'm heading back to Split where I'll fly to London in a couple of days.

Another note: Don't depend on Lonely Planet recommendations. I went to this great little restaurant: Fife in Split. The food was delicious and the waitress brought me two extra dishes I didn't order for me to try. I wish I had gone back the next night but I tried the Lonely Planet rec. and wish I hadn't. I also stumbled across a little local bar, where espresso, beer, and wine were half the price of anywhere else. The place was lively. There was lots of dancing and singing but not by me, although I was included by eye contact and drinks were bought.