More about Croatia

Just in case you're like I was a year ago and have no idea where Croatia is, it was once part of Yugoslavia and is directly across the Adriatic Sea, going east from the boot-like penninsula that is Italy. It is a small country with a very rich history. Zagreb, the capital city, is a very old city that used to be two cities, one that was the upper Catholic city, and one that was the lower, secular city. Zagreb even means "below the hill" referring to the fact that much of it lies below the still standing, ancient cathedral. I hope to visit this while I am there. The first half of my trip will take place on the Adriatic coast in a town called Makarska. This is a fishing village along the coast. Many of the cities dotting the coast and islands still have strong evidence of ancient Roman occupation. This is going to be cool.

Right now, Croatia is hoping to be admitted to the European Union (EU) within the next two years. The official lanuage is Croatian and is a Slavic language. (Translation: it is nothing like anything that I know.) There are about 4 million people in Croatia and their currency is the kuna. That is about all I know now, but I will write more as I learn it.

Most of all, I am thankful that I will not be alone while in Croatia. Two of my good friends are there now and will be there for the first half of my trip. After that, I will be with some undergraduate interns from UGA, of whom I know one girl. Ultimately, I rest in the fact that I am never alone because the Lord is always with me.

Off to Croatia

Hey, for anyone who still reads this blog, I thought I'd let everyone know that I am off to Croatia on Thursday. I am going to hopefully talk to women's groups in the capital city of Zagreb about the issues regarding domestic violence and sexual assualt that they face there and how they serve victims of these crimes. While I am there, I am going to do my best to update this blog with my activities. Please check back here for further accounts of my trip.

Above all, please pray for me as I travel for safety and direction.

Eating my words

Crunch, crunch. What is that sound? Me eating second breakfast this morning? No, it hasn't come to that yet, it's me eating my words. A while ago I wrote a tirade against skinny jeans and slowly but surely they kept growing on me until I found a pair that fit and flatter last Friday at JCrew for $10. So, I bought them. And, what is more, I really like them.

But for the record, they're called matchstick jeans.