Reading this blog, a couple of friends had questions. One's wife asked, "Where does he find the time to do this?" The answer? "Where do people find the time to jog?" (Oh, sorry, that was a question.) Actually, insomnia plays a major part in the whole thing.
Another question from a friend near Zagreb: "I don't see a lot about your impressions of Croatia."
I think that there's a lot of anecdotal subtext about the culture in these posts; slippers, pepper on bread, soup as the first course, and so on. As far as the people in Croatia? They love their babies. They crave fellowship. They loath traffic jams. They think about the price of gasoline and about what's for dinner. Just like the USA, just like Italy too.
The land? They have trees, we have trees. They have seas, we have seas. Not much difference there. The homes? A lot more simple and "thrown-together" in the outlying areas than here. In the towns? We certainly don't seem to have the picturesque, aged and seasoned quality to our buildings as they do unless you're talking about downtown Cleveland or downtown LA. But seriously though, would you really want to live downtown Los Angeles or downtown Cleveland? Not unless you could enter and exit your cave via Batmobile.
The part of Pula, Croatia we were in seemed completely safe at night as we walked the couple of hundred yards to the hotel. But that was just one part of downtown. And muggers hate cold weather.