I've clearly been taking lots of time off from the blog. We've been busy, but also, now that I'm back in Zagreb, my productivity is really lagging. Work tasks are taking me twice as long to finish as they did while I was home (American home, that is), meaning I have far less time for the blog and other personal pursuits that, actually, I really want to make a priority.
There are several issues I've been working through lately: some, I think, are simply part of being a twenty-something, some are related to being an "expat." Some are just my own. I'll likely return to these in the upcoming weeks. For now, here's a glimpse of what's been going on here in Zagreb:
Snow. A ton of it. The most in one day since the 1950s, actually. It all started coming down on Friday. Saturday morning, we woke up to a true winter wonderland. Saturday also happened to be a big birthday celebration at MSU, the museum where I volunteer, and earlier in the week I had agreed to help out with some of the events.
Probably any where else in the world (or at least in New Mexico or Texas), the event would have been canceled due to inclement weather, but no, not in Croatia. People trekked to work, to grocery stores and cafes. And I bundled up as best as I could in my completely inappropriate "winter" wear and fought my way to the tram stop, since our car was completely snowed in and I couldn't find a taxi. By the time I got there I was covered in snowflakes that stubbornly clung to my woolen coat and accessories, my eyelashes, and the unruly strands of hair that freed themselves from my hat. I joined a group of other hopefuls, but half an hour later, there was still no tram heading our way. I tried again for a taxi. No luck. Frozen and hopeless, I made my way home, slipping (but not falling!) every few steps.
After I warmed up, D and I walked to the cafe across the street for a coffee. The snow stopped. I read that the trams had started running again. So I went back out there and finally, with much difficulty, arrived at MSU late in the afternoon. (The tram tracks were so frozen in places that they wouldn't move, unexpectedly rerouting several lines.) Shockingly, there were actually quite a few visitors there – with their children, even!
Getting home was even more difficult – I ended up walking about a mile through the snow-covered city, because everything had simply stopped running. I really, really dislike the cold, but it actually wasn't too bad. Sort of a novelty, I suppose.
The next morning we sat outside in the sun at my favorite neighborhood cafe, Teneo, until a friend of ours arrived with her sweet little dog, who, like me, doesn't much care for the cold. So we packed ourselves inside the tiny cafe along with a few other coffee-fiends escaping cabin fever, and warmed up just enough to go to the market and buy pumpkins and oranges, lemons, and pomegranates, because apparently winter is the time for citrus fruits. Who knew! I certainly didn't.