In Hvar no Marrr

hey friends,
so after 5 days in Hvar, we're beginning to rival Toni Kucoc for level of Croat. Our little hostel, complete with our British girls and Swedish boys and a few Aussies thrown in for good measure, was more than we ever could have expected. The owner, Luca, was amazing, his silent helper Tika was creepy in a good way, and the cheap wine flowed like.....wine.
During the day we hit up the pebble-rock beach (Croats appear impervious to the pains of lying on jagged rocks for hours) with people we drunkenly met the night before (including Molly's latest British obsession). We snack throughout the day on bread and water, sometimes a rotten banana if we're lucky. At night we head down to the city center for our only meal of the day, then get ready to preparty with our hostel family. Sean took the liberty to teach the innocent Swedes every disgusting Americanism he could imagine. We then hit up the club, Carpe Diem, where we've gotten into the habit of distributing challenges to each other. Mickey and Sean attempted to impersonate a deaf man and his interpreter to charm Irish girls (who happened to be staying at our hostel and heard the whole plan and also actually knew sign language). After having their bluff called, they succeeded in tricking a few dumb Aussies.
We move up to the other club in the fortress and dance like idiots until the sun comes up. A few highlights not in the normal routine include: pioneering our own boat around the islands, secret trips to secret coves, grandma smiles across the world, Mickey taking creepy videos of naked men playing with themselves, Molly's sea urchin attack, overtaking a prime landing spot in the club from a local croad, Sean being hit on by a Norwegian man, Molly having a band named after her, goodbye dinners, riding the bus with fainting girls, and taking too many pictures of local cats.
All in all, we're feeling the loss of Hveaven pretty deep. We really miss the people and sights, plus the croads in Dubrovnik are shifty. From here, we're making some pretty radical traveling plans...mostly none at all. The tentative plan is to be in Switzerland to bungee jump for Molly's bday and our country's independence. Also Prague. And Absinthe.

Structural Update:
We've devised a rudimentary government among the three of us. Farkling decides bedding arrangments, 2/3 majority rules, and each member of the cabinet is allowed one veto per day, giving them complete power. There have already been military juntas, filibusters, and baby-dinosaur-esque temper tantrums.

until next time...
spiriTualize, aggrAndize, superSize