Well, I haven’t written in a week, and I don’t remember what I did for the most part beside my trip to Croatia, so these blog entries of Linz should be shorter.
Today I had German class and then was done for the day. For the most part of the day I’m sure I probably just sat around, napped, was on the Internet a lot, and didn’t do anything productive at all. The most productive thing I know I did was get ready to go out for the night. Tonight there was another party from the school called Mensafest. They have a few of these parties each semester, and they are open to everyone instead of our previous international student parties.
I waited forever on Miro to make dinner for himself and change to go to Mensafest with me since Ashley had already left, and he didn’t get out of class until 8:30 at night. We had to pay an entrance fee to get into this party, which was extremely stupid. There was security all over the place as well, and clearly it was just for show. I mean really, it was completely unnecessary to have like 6 security guards in each room of this party. Drinks were also overpriced. Each beer was 3 euros, and they weren’t even bottles; they were regular sized plastic cups. For each plastic cup you returned though you got 50 cents. Ashley was a champion at keeping her eyes open for cups sitting around all night. At one point there was beer all over the ground, and Ashley slipped on it and fell straight down and on all fours. It was really funny but said at the same time. Of course I made sure she wasn’t hurt, and she had two giant wet spots on her chest in her white shirt, but it was so funny because two girls right after her slipped and laid on the ground for so long trying to climb up each other to get back up! That night wasn’t too late of a night for me because I had class the next morning again.
Miro and I
Michael, Ashley and I
Newest Besties 🙂
Today I had my Managing Across Cultures Class. My professor is from Cincinnati and teaches there, as well as spends semesters teaching in Linz and China a lot. He has spent the last 10 years teaching semesters here and still doesn’t know German. He only knows a couple of the basics, but I know more than him. In this class we will be learning about the BRIC nations (Brazil, Russia, India, China) and South Africa because they are the fastest growing economies. I remember learning about these in my international studies classes at GSU, but I didn’t know about South Africa, and we were also taught that Indonesia is being considered being part of this group and making it the BRIIC nations.
I had to go print our bus tickets for Croatia after class before meeting Ashley at the tram station to go exchange some clothes, but it took so long! The people in line before me were all printing literally like 400 pages each, and I was the 6th person in line. They were printing all the readings for all of their classes this semester because professors here just post readings online instead of students buying books. I only had two papers to print, there are only 3 printers, one guy took a printer for the entire time I was there, and one of them was out of order. So yeah, we all used one printer, and I waited for over an hour and a half. Seriously, I’m missing GSU’s library big time! Poor Ashley was waiting at the tram station for me for this entire time, but I finally got there, and we went to Hauptplatz to H&M to exchange a few things that we bought for a Croatia weekend. We were really quick and even had time to get kabebs on our way back to the tram to go home and pack up.
We packed and headed to the bus station to go to Croatia with Miro! The bus ride kind of sucked and was 6.5 hours long I believe. The border wasn’t too bad going through Slovenia and into Croatia, and that only took about 30 minutes showing them our passports both times. We arrived at 9:30 p.m. and Miro’s business partners Alen and Tomislav picked us up. They told us to be ready in an hour and they would be picking us up to go out for the night.
We met Miro’s parents, two brothers and sister, and they were all so sweet and cute! Throughout this I won’t be saying the names of Miro’s mom or dad because they were too hard to learn, and I was only told their names once. Anyway, they had a very cute 4 bedroom flat in the very heart of the city center, so we were in a great location for the weekend in Zagreb. Miro told us to dress casual for the night, so Ashley and I just put on nice shirts and jeans. He made us look like fools! We got to this club that just opened this month, which Miro has ever been to before. There was a live band, and it was kind of big. All the girls were dressed so fancy! Ashley and I stood out so bad! We later found out from every person we talked to that Croatian girls are some of the most materialistic people in Europe. They all buy really nice clothes and won’t even go to the store across the street to get one item if their hair, makeup, and everything else isn’t completely done. They even told us that a lot of the women will let everything else in their life suffer, like lack of funds to pay their bills and other important things, just to buy the most expensive and name brand clothes. It is very important to them how they look to others. After being here a while, we went to a much smaller place that played Croatian music and occasionally a couple American songs. Miro is friends with all the club owners in Zagreb because he does his events at all their places, and the second place we went to was actually the first club he ever did an event at when he was 17. We stayed out until just after 2 a.m. and went home.
March 10 / Day 29
Ashley and I wanted to get up early so we would have a full day to explore the city since we had such limited time here in Croatia. When we walked into the dining area, is mom had the table full of food for us. There was a silver platter full of about seven different breads sliced, chunks of cheese, slices of ham, arugula, lettuce, hot tea, and probably some other stuff as well. I made some great little sandwiches! It was all fresh, home-made from locals in the city, and I loved it all, except the arugula of course. I wanted to offer his mom to help clean up, but she was always coming in and taking our plates while we finished things.
We walked to the main square and started exploring Zagreb! The first place we went to was a farmer’s market, and it was so amazing. I probably sounded really annoying because I kept saying how cool just the farmer’s market was, and I wanted to buy everything! There was all this home-made honey and all these other things that looked so wonderful! I can’t even really start to list all the places we went to because for one, I don’t know where we went really, and two, we were just all over the city center. We had Croatian icecream that was really good; we saw the Parliament; we walked up these stairs to upper town and were able to look down upon the entire city; we saw the art museum that Miro’s mom works at, and so much more! Oh yeah, Miro’s mom is like the head person of an art museum in Zagreb, and she has so much art all around their house. It’s all abstract, and I’m sure aunt Patty and Randy would have really appreciated it.
We went back to Miro’s house for lunch because his mom said to be there by three. The only time Miro’s mom was with us in the dining room was for small talk here and there and to say the long Catholic prayer in Croatian before we ate. I had Miro ask her to eat with us or why she never did, and she told me it was because she is always too busy in the kitchen to sit down with the family. That made me sad. We had soup, then a main dish with salad and sides, and desert. They also bought a couple litters of Coke for Ash and I. It’s so funny… Everyone thinks that because we are American we drink Coke with everything! We had a wonderful lunch talking with everyone in the family. They all speak very good English. Miro’s parents say they can understand English perfectly and all their books on architecture and graphic design are in English that they read, but they haven’t needed to speak English in like ten years, so they think they are bad at it. They really aren’t though. Miro’s dad went to school to be an architect, but he could never get a job for it in Zagreb, o he is a free-lance graphic designer, and now Miro’s younger brother is going to school for architecture.
Miro’s sister, Dora, is sixteen, and she is the cutest thing ever! She is so beautiful and speaks great English. She wants to be a doctor and plans on going to the U.S. for her entire education. She was asking Ashley and I how she picks a school and does the application and what most requirements will be. We tried to explain everything the best we could and tell her the first things she needs to really research and figure out, like what part of the country she wants to be in. She wants to go to America to be able to improve her English. She says she sees herself as an American because we are apparently all so nice, and all the girls in Croatia are so mean. She says she doesn’t even like her friends at school, and it’s weird, because honestly if she didn’t have the accent, she would seem completely American to me.
We went walking again for a couple hours and went to a huge park. This park for Croatia is what Central Park is to New York. It was very beautiful, and I would love to visit there again in the summer time. We also walked to Miro’s faculty of his school. Schools here don’t really have a strong bond. Like for GSU, we are very school-spirited and have mascots, colors, and mottos. At their school they only care about their faculty. Miro is in the Faculty of Economics and Finance. That would be like me saying I am in the College of Liberal Arts and Social Sciences at GSU. To me, my college means nothing. My bond is with Georgia Southern as a whole. People here only have a bond with their faculty. So anyway, we went and saw his faculty building, and to me it was just a random building in the city, but he seemed excited to show it off. We went back to his house, took a short nap, and got ready for the night.
Miro and I at the huge park
Ashley and I wore dresses and heals, and I curled my hair a lot, and it looked great! His parents were so pleased with the way we looked, his dad whipped out his professional-looking camera and started napping away as we talked, walked, and then posed. His mom kept telling me my hair looked beautiful and was so curly, and she had the biggest smile and kept clapping and saying, “Super! Super!” The three of us scarfed down some food real quick in the tiny kitchen and met his friends downstairs. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned before that Miro has liver and kidney problems, so he rarely ever drinks. So he didn’t drink tonight and volunteered to drive us all around.
Such curly and long hair!!!
It’s very common for people in Zagreb to go to the local parks and drink for a few hours before going to the bars or clubs, so that was our plan. We went to some store and Ashley and I picked out this liquor that is a form of Tequila apparently but tastes like honey and is very popular. By the way, Miro told us the next day he saw in the news that after we left that store, a little later someone got stabbed there. But anyway, we went to the park, and Ash and I loved our drink. We were with Miro’s business partners – His main business partner Alen, his marketing manager Tomislav, and his PR manager Mario! Mario was in the magazine Cosmopolitan with his shirt off recently too! Miro showed me the picture once! We had the best time just sitting at the park in the car drinking. These guys are so funny and nice!
From left to right: Tomislav, Alen, Mario
The guys and me!
We went back to the second bar we went to last night that was smaller, and we weren’t there for too long before we headed to another. Since Miro is so popular in this city with all the clubs it seems, the owner came up to him and told him they were driving to another club and to follow, and he’d get us all in. This owner is taking over every club in Zagreb soon too, so I guess he’s a big deal. We went to his other place and it also played Croatian music and was much bigger. Time really flew because by the time I knew it, we were getting Kebabs and heading home. These were the biggest kebabs I’ve ever had too! They were so wonderful, and Ashley freaked out and felt disgusted after she ate the entire thing and then found out it’s lamb! We didn’t get home until 5 a.m. and I wanted to go to church the next morning, so we only had four hours to sleep.
Delicious kebabs!!
March 11 / Day 30
I felt great this morning, but when we walked out to the dining room for brunch, Miro looked like he had the biggest hangover ever except that he hadn’t had a sip of alcohol. He told him he must have been hung over from Coke because he drank about a full liter to himself. He’s been sick lately though and didn’t get much sleep, so he felt really terrible all day and had a fever. We ate another great brunch and the three of us walked to church, where we were of course ten minutes late because Miro is late to literally everything. The place was so packed! Miro found someone to scoot over so Ashley and I could sit, and he stood for the entire service.
After church we walked around a bit more, and I wanted to buy Miro’s mom something for welcoming us into her home and catering to us all weekend. We found some beautiful flowers for her, and when we returned home with them she was so happy. She had another large Croatian meal for us prepared. I can’t remember the name, but it’s pork wrapped in cabbage. It was actually really good, and she made crêpes with cinnamon for us! We packed up all of our stuff after lunch and walked to the bus station. It was sad because I really enjoyed my time here. It was my favorite weekend so far I think, just because I enjoyed being with his family so much. They were all so nice to us and pleasant to be around. They put in so much effort to give us a wonderful Croatian experience and make us as comfortable as possible while speaking in English. The city was very nice too, and we were lucky that it was beautiful weather all weekend, at about 55 degrees and blue skies. The only thing I didn’t like about the city is that as a whole, it isn’t really that pretty. There are pretty parts, especially the historical buildings and cathedrals, but almost every building, bridge, wall, and house was tagged with graffiti. Some of the graffiti was amazing though, I have to admit; it was art really.
From left to right: Miro's mom, me, Miro's dad, Ashley, sister Dora, brother Buni, sister Tina
From left to right: Miro's mother, me, Ashley, Miro, sister Dora, brother Buni, sister Tina
We got to the bus, and the drivers were the same ones we had last time, so Miro talked to them and asked them to look out for us because we don’t speak Croatian and to make sure we get off at the right stop since it will be dark when we arrive. Miro was staying until Thursday because a concert he is putting on is Wednesday night, and he has many meeting to attend before that and then obviously the concert itself. Ashley and I slept a little, but about an hour and half into the drive we were at the border, and there were so many busses going through that it took us over 3 and a half hours to go through the two borders. Ashley and I were so annoyed, as was everyone else on the bus. They scanned our passports this time, which they haven’t done before, and Ashley and I were making jokes earlier that it would suck if our passports didn’t work, and we were left there by the bus to figure it out on our own! Of course, we were the last two to get ours scanned, and the only two Americans. The man scanned mine about 30 times, and it never worked, so he just told me to go and let me through the border; Ashley’s didn’t work either, so I don’t know what was up with that. At least they didn’t think we looked terroristic though, and they let us through! The driver must have sped the entire way, because we were only two hours late returning, and Miro got a hold of another Croatian friend of ours who has his car here and had him pick us up from the stop and take us home. What a long day!