When I was in Miami I would have said that Klemen was one my friends but he was probably not the closest one. We shared some of our best friends and that gave us the chance to hang out more time than we would have probably done by ourselves.
However, when we hugged on the docks, I felt that I was hugging one of my real close friends and that is how it has been ever since that moment. And even after he left Pag and went to Vienna, he was concerned about who could I crash with while I was in Slovenia. That was very nice of him, especially considering that I am not a girl and I don’t speak German. Although as Humphrey Bogart said to Ingrid Bergman in Casablanca "We will always have Brokeback Mountain" hahaha!
But it was not just Lav & Klemen waiting for me. They brought a bottle of an evil Croatian Brandy made of herbs called Travarica. Tequila was like water compared to this Croatian concoction that roughly reminded me to some Grappa I drank once in my first trip to the Greek islands.
I had not had any food ever since the last bite I gave to that tasty Pulp Fiction-ish “Royale with Cheese” burger that I had devoured at Ljubljana railway station several hours ago. So the shots of Travarica together with the euphoria of meeting my friends had an immediate “I love the world” effect on me and by the time we arrived to the camping we three were considerably tipsy.
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