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I couldn’t get enough of walking around the streets of Dubrovnik during the short time I was there. It was sad to leave “Kings Landing”. Igor picked me up and I felt like we were old friends after an intense day yesterday in Bosnia. Here’s a view of a Croatian village from the airplane. 

On the plane to Munich, I got an obsession about eating a disgusting German Sausage. Surprisingly, the food in the Munich airport was upscale, health food, Asian, Italian, but it took a while to find a place that sold bratwurst. It was as disgusting as it looked.

My apartment was close to the one I spent a week in earlier, with the same owner. It was a little more modern but again filled with personality. I don’t really need all the space but I feel like I’m living in Paris rather than visiting in a hotel.

I went for a long walk past the Louvre and into the Tuileries Gardens.

I thought the Tuileries would be very formal gardens with people sitting on benches, not on the grass. Surprisingly, it had a very popular feel, not formal at all.

I drank some water out of this pump. You had to spin a wheel to get the water.

Great sculpture, called “La Foule 1963-1965” (the Crowd).

I experienced something on this walk I hadn’t experienced the whole trip. I had no interest in talking to anyone. Usually I will sit close to people but not creepily close, then when they have a break in their conversation, I’ll start talking to them. 99% of the time the people really seem to enjoy talking with me and it’s one of the best parts of the trip for me. Today, I sat far away from people. I wasn’t interested in where they were from or how they like to travel or what their occupation is. That’s a strong sign that I’m tired.