So I think it's only fair to point out that I am no longer on the trip and am writing this from the comfort of home. I, like many, am a little confused by the incongrous nature of the blog and will not add to the confusion by posting details from two weeks ago now that the group has moved onto Greece (actually, they're now in Turkey, so they've been holding out on you, dear readers). Rather, I will focus my attention on some highlights from Day 2 through...well, whatever.
1. I've already warned everyone not to give Hamilton your cell phone number in a foreign country. Any thought pops into his head, he's dialing and you're getting the roaming charge shaft. But there are times when it is important to take his calls - like when he wants you to buy ferry tickets while he and Joanna return the rental car at the airport. I got the message and bought the tickets, but my cell phone battery was wearing thin. I told Joanna and John to hurry to make the 5:00 ferry, reminding them that the boat actually leaves at 5:00. Those of you familiar with the concept of Hamilton time will appreciate the necessity of pointing that out. Meredith and Heather boarded the boat at about 4:40 to save some seats while I waited on the docks for Joanna and John, since I was holding their tickets. I watched the boat quickly fill up, anxious to spot Joanna and John's taxi. Finally, at 4:54, I got a call from John. He said they were there at the ferry terminal and I spotted him waving about 100 yards away. I calmly and politely suggested he hang up, retrieve his bags, pay the driver and board the ferry.
2. Family restaurants are overrated. Just because some people open their home and put up a sign claiming to serve authentic native cuisine doesn't guarantee a good meal. I mean, if my family opened their kitchen to tourists and served beef jerky and bathtub gin, it would suck.
3. The only thing John likes more than Euros in man-pris dancing in uns-uns clubs are Euros in man-pris singing nationalistic songs in the square after midnight.
4. For the love of God, if anyone ever mentions Ned and Ed, just let it go. You'll thank me later. And I will have no pity on you if you do not heed my advice. Curious? Forget it.
5. I'm going on record as saying I really enjoyed the concert at the cloister. I really enjoy a good cloister anyway. The general sentiment beforehand was to "not not go to that." After showing up late, we paid half price and were treated to a half hour of beautiful music that probably meant something to someone at some point and may not have suicidal undertones, but is still culturally relevant.
6. Be prepared for boats in Croatia to be "broken." Plan accordingly.
7. Foreigners hate John Hamilton. It's hard to put your finger on exactly why, but it seems like every time he opens his mouth, they start ripping on him. The woman at the Korcula tourist office and the waitress that night immediately spring to mind. Word has it that John's stint in green spandex is all the rage on Croatian YouTube.
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