Crêpe

As Croatia made very clear to me, if you want a crêpe, go to France. Which is exactly what happened. I them accidentally blinked after ordering the crêpe, and then already got handed the fresh meal. I therefore stand by my previous statement.

But it's amazing what a line in the sand can do. The distance we drove is less than the distance of what I would drive to uni and back (all within the same town), but suddenly the previous language isn't understood anymore, a completely new language takes over, and everyone acts very differently. But I did manage to fight my way through with the few words I still remember, as opposed to the German family which took us there, and fought their way through with a combination of them speaking German and being responded to in English.

Otherwise, yesterday's plan of "relax" was a full success, and will therefore cut this blog slightly short. Tomorrow's plans are as yet unknown, but are likely to be along the same general path.