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i have been on a whirlwind of emotions the past day...
i thought i would be doomed to utter lonliness when i boarded my 17 hour train to split.
gosh was i wrong.
wouldn't it be my luck that in the cabin next to me are 6 irish lads from dublin, also going to split.
that train ride was the best.
we chatted, stuffed into the tiny compartment, no AC, in hungary, smashed like sardines with all the families returning from the lake...so many people there was not enough room in the cabins, people were in the aisle, desperate for air from the few open windows...
once we got going at night, and no one was on the train, we once againn stuffed into the tiny cabin, and they pulled out their 3 string guitar, playing with a phone card edge, and sang radiohead songs, the pixies, and bob marley...outside, there was the most fabulous of lightening storms...truly, could not have been more perfect.
these lads are so great...murray, rowey, owen, mikey, ben, and james. i will have plenty of photos.
i awoke to the rocky hills of croatia, the sun rising over the mountains, settling into the valley spreckled with red roofs and livestock.
i could still see the old rock boundries, wondering who was here before, using them.
we arrived in split at 7:30, hot as hek, and immediately greeted by anxious hosts wanting to let us stay in their homes...after about an hour of figuring out what the hek we wanted to do, we opted to stay at mickey and ana's house about 5 minutes from the beach and train station...
this place it quaint, simple...the old women lay out in their bikinis, the old men run around in speedos, tanned like a ripe raisin.
the relief to be at the beach is indescribable...
i feel like i am home, and i really needed that.
we went to the beach, swam in the adriatic a bit, had some food, took a nap.
when i awoke from my nap and went downstairs, there was some tragic news.
a girl that the lads knew from childhood drowned in biarritz, france yesterday...it has been a few hours since we found out, and they all are in a haze...one of the lads, ben, was starting to date her.
she was supposedly just the nicest, most beautiful girl, the one that everyone wanted to know...
mikey described it as being tragically poetic, that her of all people would pass.
so, now i am sitting in an internet cafe off of a alley no wider than 6 feet, nestled in the center of split, listening to johnny cash and neit young, with the hum of the world and clanknig of shoes in the distance.
"i'm so lonesome i could cry", sings johnny.
tomorrow we are planning to catch a bus to dubrovnik, and hopefully just relax...after that, i am somehow going to get to greece...haven't figured that out yet...
i am doing much better than i was a few days ago, but the death of this girl, that i don't even know, has got everyone a little weird...i know i must be here for some reason, but i am still trying to figure that out.
my love...
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