I had to add a photo of my seatmate on the bus to Plitvice. She stared out the window most of the time, but we shared a smile and a seat. That was enough. She wore a sweater and carried a purse that made me think of my great aunt Fannie.
The countryside of the part of Croatia that the bus drove through is as green as Iowa in June. It's a green that I miss in California.
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