The morning I left Croatia marked the beginning of one of the most horrible days of my life. Sleep deprived, and still drunk, Chels and I painstakingly made our way to Milan. I was semi-comatose at Split airport and had a incessant urge to spew all through take off, and then burst into tears when I turned the water on in our Milan apartment to have a shower and continued to sob in self pity for about half an hour for absolutely no reason.
The photo above is of the bush fires that were raging across some of the mountains in Split on our way to the airport.
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