Zagreb - Croatia
Last night I ended up over at Marcus’s until nearly 11:00PM which meant that it was gone Midnight by the time I even got home. I hadn’t even begun packing and the washing machine had not done the dry cycle after washing so I had a machine full of wet clothes. Not good. Once I had packed what I could it was 130AM and I couldn’t decide if it would be better to go to bed or just stay up. Considering that I would have to be up at 400AM to get showered and leave by 5:00AM to get to the airport.
By 2:00AM I was tired enough to warrant a few hours sleep so set three alarms scared that I would sleep in such a deep sleep and end up missing my flight. I was dead to the world when the alarm woke me at 4:15AM. Showering and throwing together my hand luggage I was out of the door at 5:00AM and at the airport by 6:00AM. I’d never even so much as heard of Wizz Airlines before but they are apparently Eastern Europe’s biggest Carrier and much alike Easyjet in that they are a “No Frills” airline. But at £62 including taxes, it was actually really good. At least their pink and purple livery is far more pleasing on the eye than that awful Orange of Stelios’s. They were on time, pleasant and actually got us in early. (Tail wind). Landing in Zagreb at 11:15 local time just under 1 hour and 50 minutes flight time. As we excited the aircraft the heat hit us. A far cry from the wet and cold of London this very morning.
I jumped in a taxi to the Zagreb Sheraton. Dusan had said he would either meet me at the airport or go straight to the Hotel. I gave him a call from the hotel and he was stuck on a delayed train. So I jumped in a taxi. The young driver was very friendly and spoke excellent English. Even gave me his card in case I needed a taxi anywhere else during my stay.
Checked into the city centre location hotel. They have a pool and spa and figured it would be nice to relax in the pool in the evenings before going out in the city.
Currently I am waiting for him to arrive. He texted to say the train is presently not moving. I come 1000’s of miles to see the man I love and we get let down by local transport.
Mad as it would be, I am actually nervous. I guess that my body is exhausted from the past weeks excess (Ibiza, Alton Towers weekend, Product launch at work) plus I have the mental exhaustion of not being able to see my baby. Well the wait is over today, if his train ever gets in, and for 94 hours we will enjoy each others company.
On the 20th October he will return to the Caribbean for his final cruise contract. 6 Long Months, 180 Days, 4320 Hours, 259200 Minutes, 15552000
Seconds without the man I love. I know I shall torture myself during that time. Mentally. I never thought I could feel like this. Happily in love and yet in pain that his away. Albeit for a temporary period. None the less, any moment of absence is hard on the mind and the soul. I have promised myself that I will not hit the bottle. Its too unforgiving on the waistline after all, especially as in the last 3 months I have lost 4” and 18lbs. How fabulous is that? I just feel at the moment I am forever playing a waiting game. A game that I seem to be doing far too often. Counting the days till he left the cruise in August, the days till he arrived in the UK, the days till I was coming back here to see him, the minutes till his train gets in and once more until he returns from his cruise.
I have so many surprises for him this week. Little gifts that I hope will make him smile and remind him of me while his gone and good times we have shared in London. I secretly hope that he will be refused the US B2 Visa so that he cant go. But that’s just me wanting things for me and not taking into consideration his own needs. He needs to work and has an opportunity on a ship for 6 months, thousands of miles away. But I will wait. I guess I would wait till the end of my days. I would wait because I know I will never love anyone like I love him. I never have before and I know I wont again. Love that has grown over distance and time. I would challenge anyone who says that long distance relationships cant work. Since he left in November 2004, Email, Telephone calls, and visits is all that we have had and yet each time we meet up our love is stronger yet. It’s a waiting game that is hurting me so much and I cant bear to do it much longer. Every time I hear that Bulgaria & Romania are now joining the EU does nothing to make things easier. With only half a million citizens Croatia would hardly burden the UK population. More immigrants came in from Poland than live in this whole country. If only they were joining in January things would be so much easier. No need for permits and visas. We would still get married though. Why? Because he loves me and I love him and it seems the right thing to do when two people are in love.
15:00PM A knock at the door signalled that the wait was finally over. Standing there in the hallway looking as sexy today as the day I first laid eyes on him. We hugged & Kissed in a passionate way that you only ever usually feel after having a big fight with your lover. You just cant keep your hands off each other and you literally are shaking all over.
We went out for dinner and neither of us could eat, suffering with exhaustion. I’m guessing that it’s the emotional exhaustion of being apart. Dusan, like I, said he felt nervy and excited about meeting up again. We ate dinner in a restaurant right opposite Zagreb Cathedral then came back. It’s a tiny city and we seem to have covered over a third of the geography in the 2 short trips out yesterday. There surely must be more to the capital than this?
Got back around 1030PM to have an early night in and a cuddle.
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