This was another half day. I enjoy train rides, and really have no qualms with spending 6 hours on a train rather than an hour getting to an airport, 3 hours waiting at an airport, and an hour flying. It does seem like a time suck, but it’s just so danged convenient.
My train from Split was 8-ish in the morning, getting me back to Zagreb at around 3 in the afternoon. From there, I made it back to Gus’s place.
Sirloin steak, with beet foam, mushy peas, something sweet, and an au-jus sauce
with these beauties:
The rest of the night was spent socializing, and teaching Gus how to beat me in Mario Kart.