Monday, November 28, 2011

The Tao of Cha-Ching

I went to an Italian bank, this morning, to cash a cashiers check for $200.


Like the banks in Bosnia and Croatia, however, the banks in Italy do not cash cashiers checks. Nor do they exchange money for Croatian money (kuna). Nor in fact do they exchange money for American silver dollars. To the banks in Italy, a silver dollar is a dollar. The fact that it is silver (that is, worth over forty dollars) is irrelevant. I might be able to get half a Euro for a silver dollar that is worth about 20 Euros.

Here is how it went:

The first bank that I approached here in Bergamo, Credito Popolare, said that I should "go to the tobacconist" to get my cashiers check cashed.

At the tobacconist, the kind gentleman said that I should go to Credito Popolare to get my cashiers check cashed. This made sense to me, but I explained that I had just been there and that Credito Popolare had said to come here. The tobacconist got on the internet and said that I should to Banca Popolare, a bit farther down the road, and they would cash my cashiers check.

At Banca Popolare, they informed me that their particular branch would not cash my cashiers check, but that their other, bigger, branch would, and that the bigger branch would also exchange money for my kuna and possibly for my silver dollar.

Colorful Croatian kuna.

U.S. silver dollar, worth over forty dollars.

At the bigger branch, a few blocks down the road, the kind lady informed me that in fact they don't exchange money for cashiers checks, or for kuna, or for silver dollars.

I thanked her very much and went back to the bed and breakfast, where I am staying for three nights thanks to the generosity of Nenad Djurdjevic, who, like me, believes in pyramids, people, and even fate, but not banks.

Nenad Djurdjevic, with the Bosnian Pyramid of the Sun in the background.

Tomorrow, the adventure continues.



Sunday, November 27, 2011

Such Unsorrowful Sweetness

Liz and I decided to take separate routes on our hitchhiking journey. Right now I'm in Bergamo, Italy, and she is in Lublijana, Croatia.

Our last night together was in an olive grove in Slovenia, just over the border from Croatia. It got below freezing, that night, and we didn't have a tent, as her tent was stolen in Visoko, Bosnia and mine was sold on Craigs List two years ago. :) She woke up with frozen feet and I woke up with an urgency to get off the property of whoever's olive grove it was. We had a tiff about shampoo at around 6:30 a.m., and about three hours later, after failing to get rides in the beautiful morning sun at the Croatia-Slovenia border, we decided, in the most amicable way possible, to part ways.

We didn't take any photos, that day.

Our last photos are from the beach at Opatija, near Rijeka, Croatia, the day before.







The photo below is from the Esoteric Fair in Opatija, on our first of two trips there.


Liz and I spent about two months together, 24/7 (sometimes she went running:) under very stressful (low-money) circumstances. I'm proud of how we conducted ourselves. I'm happy with the relationship we had. I learned a lot from her and I hope I was a positive influence in her life.

I don't have a crystal ball, but I think we will be great friends.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

In Zagreb, Croatia

Liz and I arrived in Zagreb, Croatia, three days ago.

cacao powder drink in the morning

Liz in the morning

We have been in Zagreb for two full days.

Liz in front of Croatian mural at the squat where we're staying

It's a truly beautiful town: quite a welcome after the relatively dreary Bosnian burgs. 


We are on our way to Bergamo, Italy, and then on to France and Spain. We hope to get some work house sitting or pet sitting or picking fruit on the way to the Canary Islands.  


My previous blog, "An American in Bosnia," is here:
http://anamericaninbosnia.blogspot.com/