There’s one thing that Serbians and Croatians can agree on if politics and history are put to one side; Bosnians make the best ćevapi.
I’ve got a little confession to share…
After officially saying goodbye to London last Friday and attempting to explain to my grandmother exactly how I’ll be making a living in Croatia every day since, the last few days have been anything but stable emotionally *insert pms here too*. This is always normal before I embark on a new journey and start all over “again” as my parents would say while rolling their eyes and wondering when the f%@k I’ll settle my wings and get married to a nice Croatian boy.
“A quiet hotel, loyal to it’s historical charm and character located in the heart of Osijek, Croatia”
I never thought in my right mind I’d be over the chaos, the crowd and hurry of London City.