I don't want to talk about the boat

After we got off the boat, we took a long hike with our stupid backpacks.  We went to our cabin in iItaly at the campground.  First we picked up the car from stupid Hertz.  We had trouble getting the car from stupid Hertz because Mommy wanted to drive because Mommy does not like it when Daddy drives.  This is because one time in Mexico at Christmas time Daddy saw a guy riding a bike across the road in a poncho and big sombrero and the guy didn't exist.

So Daddy went to get the car from stupid Hertz worker (that's not his name but I don't know his name so that's what I am calling him) I plopped in the car because my backpack was killing me.  The first backpack in was Daddy's, then Mommy's, then Boo-boo's, then mine, then our daypacks full of toys, food and games and nooks.

We took the car to the campground.  I almost threw up on the way because it was making me dizzy and barfy.  I don't complain but my stomach gets barfy on windy roads.  That's why my face turned green on the pirate ship.


I took e nap before I got burpy and barfy.  My mommy and daddy woke me up and stopped at a gas station where mommy and daddy had a cup of joe and Bahboo had a coke and I had a lemon fanta.  Then we got back on the road.  And by the way dont stop at most gas stations unless you like squatting toilets.

Then we stopped at my only alive grandpa's father's town.  It was deserted because we got there at siesta time which is like nap time.  We tried to have a good place to have lunch because my family thought we would not get to the campground until past dinner time.

Mommy fixing the door of our cabin 

Then we got to the camp and after we got settled in (sort of, because we had lots of questions like: "Where were there beach bugs?"  and "Why were my parents' beds wet?") we got in our bathing suits, sat down on the porch and waited until the pool was open.
After I went to the pool, I made friends with Allie and people that speak different languages that were across from us.  Allie spoke perfect English so I could understand her a lot.  When some of the people asked me a question in their language, she could tell me what they were saying.  One of the boys said "Sai nuotare?" and Allie told me that he said "Do you know how to swim" so we said "Sí!"

We went to the beach, and to see "big cow thingies" that make mozzarella cheese.  We took a tour and we saw a guy braid cheese with one piece of cheese string.  Isn't that amazing?

Eurocamping

On the recommendations of our friends The Griffiths, we decided to try some "Eurocamping".  Essentially it's like an upscale KOA style camping trip.  Lacking camping gear - we chose what KOA would have called "Kamping Kabins" which were essentially tiny  concrete block structures featuring 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and kitchen.  It was too small to eat in - so the table was on the front porch.

Michelangelo contemplating his next move	Mommy losing chess to Bah-boo
Concilatory espressos after the match

After an initial trip up with a manky smell and wet mattresses (which they swapped out lickety split) It was lovely.   We spent a week with "Camping Villagio Paestum" as our home base for exploring the foot of Italy.  It was such a relaxing experience we even forwent Capri to simply sit at the beach and vegetate.

Bella and her Crimean friends learning bible stories

When we arrived, the camp was full of Ukrainian refugee children attending a church camp run by Ukrainian-Americans.  Apparently there are lots of Crimean Ukrainian's who fled to Southern Italy; enough that it got the attention of Ukranian Immigrants to the US who sponsored this camp.  Bella quickly made friends with some of the little girls (even though there was no common tongue).  Bella even went to CCD with them! 

Bella getting ready to conquer the pool

The "buttfloss" waterslide (so called because in order to go fast you had to pull your suit up into your butcrack exposing both cheeks)

The Amalfi Coast Sucks

Yes it does.  We had been looking forward to seeing this famous stretch of coastline for months and months.  Only it was absolutely no fun.  Italian drivers are the worst in the world. Except maybe Indian drivers - but I could be convinced either way.  Apparently the rules of the road simply do not apply if you are Italian.  And unlike India, where they also do not apply - but traffic moves at a stately 9kph;  in Italy they do not apply at 90kph on single lane two way traffic twisty roads with a death fall into the ocean on one side and a sheer stone wall on the other.  Even if you are a lorry.  Fuck that.  It was no fun.

I have never been so happy to be stuck behind a bus in my entire life. 

Mozzarella di Bufala Campana DOP

One thing that the Paestum are is famous for - and was granted DO status for - is their Mozzarella cheese.
We spent a day visiting "Tenuta Vannulo", a buffalo farm (or "Tenuta") well respected in the region.  It's all organic and, like all Mozzarella from the DOP, hand made.  The buffalo are extremely pampered - they decide when to milk themselves!
We took a tour, ate some (awesome) yoghurt and gelato, and of coarse, bought some mozzarella for the evening meal.
We actually went twice - On the first day we enquired about tours - and booked one for the following morning.  €4,00 per person.  When we showed up; the guide told us that the price had doubled because a Tedesco group had hot shown up.  WTF?  Not my problem.  They sold me a tour for  €4,00.  Why should I pay double that because some asshat German tourists did not show ("Tedesco" is a derogatory Italian term meaning essentially "German Asshat"; a German is normally an "Alemagni")

In the end the "Tedesci" did show - and it turns out that they were not German at all - but Americans living in Germany and therefore American Asshats. (although they did turn out to be OK people)

The tour was really cool - we got to see robotic self serve milking machines, a buffalo with afterbirth, and the process of hand "cutting" the Mozzarella.

I would recommend the tour - but insist on a fixed price so that if some asshat (German, American, or otherwise) does not show that your price is set.

Camping In Italy

After Montengro we came back to Dubrovnik and walked around the city walls and went to a lot of museums.  The museums were long and beautiful.  I saw paintings, treasures, gold, jewels, diamonds, sculptures and that's it. We went back to pack our stuff. 

The next day we went on a picnic at an old fort on a mountain.  We got there by a cable car.  Then we went swimming at the castle.

That night we went on a boat and slept there for 24 hours.  The boat inside looks old, new and like an airport.  There were 2 bunk beds.  I slept on top.  Mom slept on the bottom.  Isabella slept on the top and Dad slept on the bottom.  The room was small.  When someone was trying to go up the stairs on the boat they would pass out because it was so long.

We got to Italy and got a car and drove to pop’s dad’s place.  The drive was so long.  Pops dad’s place had many churches many houses and many buildings.  My ancestors were from there.
 
 
We came to the camping place.  Inside it looks so tiny and old that only a dwarf could make it.  We organized some stuff and put away our clothes and played chess.  Our neighbors are from Russia and they pray a lot and go to different churches.
 

We went swimming and went down a waterslide.  We went to a farm that makes milk, ice cream gelato, and cheese.  At the farm there are buffaloes.  They were on a factory and a farm.  The girl buffaloes wait in a line to get massaged and milked.   

Tonight we are going to see the ruins.  They are Greek and Roman and old.  It is called Pæstum.

I am reading the Hobbit and I like it.
 

Reflections on Yugoslavia

Yes I know that there is no place currently named "Yugoslavia"; but it does translate as "Land of the Southern Slav's" and that is where we went.
Croatia:
Tito did Croatia a great favour when he insisted that industrial development remain away from the Dalmatian coast.  This act preserved the historical city centres and look and feel of the country in a way unparalleled in Europe (except perhaps in Malta).  On the other-hand; there are huge swaths of depopulated countryside where it is obvious that farms and villages used to be that are now completely empty.
Bosnia:
Tito did a great harm to all Serbs, Croats, and Bosniaks by not changing their identity to that of "Yugoslav" rather than "Serb, Croat, and Bosniak",  The ONLY discernable difference between these people is the way they worship.  If he had called the language "Yugoslavian" instead of "Serbo-Croatian" that would have helped.   Anything to banish distinction between these 3 groups could have prevented the huge amount of bloodshed.
Montenegro:
Not sure why they sided with the Serbs in the conflicts; as the Montenegrins speak a different language, have a different history, and in general only live next door to Serbia.  Perhaps it's that most Montenegrins (like the Serbs?) are Orthodox.
Full circle:
All of the former Yugoslavian countries have either joined or applied to join the EU.  None of them are fully integrated yet with only Montenegro using the Euro and Bosnia part of the Shengen zone.  Croatia  and Slovenia are full members, and Slovenia is both a Shengen and Eurozone country.   Once they all complete their membership, Then Slovenia, Croatia, Bosnia, Serbia, Macedonia, Kosovo and Montenegro will again be reunited.  These countries that fought so hard to be separate.  Odd how this goes full circle?

Across southern Italy to the land of my ancestors

We took the ferry from Dubrovnik to Bari.  Upon arrival in Bari we picked up a Fiat Panda Diesel.  Interesting car - with 6 forward gears.  Brings back memories of my old Firebird which had 2 forward gears (Powerglide).  Of coarse the Firebird had 455 cubic inches of displacement, and I think the Panda had 6.
The drive across the underside of the arch of the Italian boot was reminiscent of a drive through California's San Joaquin valley - if California was peppered with castles every now and again.

Once we crossed the border into Reggio Cosenza, the drive radically changed - we now were on narrow, one lane, switchbacks through a very rural landscape.  Up and down steep hills, twisting between vineyards, Blood orange orchards, and fig trees.  Other than the occasional intense sudden fear when some Italian came barreling down at us at 120kph it was a fantastic drive.

This was approaching Acri from the opposite direction that I did the last time I came in 1994 with my father - and this time we went through a series of small villages whose names I recognized from reading the civil records of Acri - birthplaces of spouses of people marrying into the Alessio clan.  Places with names like "San Giorgio Albanese" and "Finnochio".

Michelangelo and Isabella in front of the Church that their Great Grandfather Angelo Salvatore Alessio was baptized in

Once we arrived in town I did not recognize it.  The cheerful country town that my father and I had visited 20 years ago was no more.  The Acri of today is full of cinder block buildings lacking all charm.  The cetral square with church and fountain has been paved over, and the fountain has been "Facelifted" to remove all charm.

Alas the march of time.  One thing that has not changed is the view of the town as you leave to the west - this photo is almost identical to the one I took with my dad back in 1994

Croatia Summary

In Croatia the buildings looked weird because they are all different shapes than I am used to.
The people talked in Croatian and I couldn't understand a word they said because I dont speak Croatian.  Their accents if they spoke English were funny.
At night it was a bumpy bed and noisy and there were more Croatain speaking people than English speaking people.  So we read a book and about their language and we tried saying some of their words and they didn't understand us. Like "Vala" means thank you.
The food sounded different and looked different.  It sounded bad but tasted good.  I know you will think that strange but it was what happened.  I ate lots of gelato (gelato is ice cream) and I liked the one flavour: strawberry, because they made it from fresh strawberries and all the gelato we had was home made.  A tuna pizza roll is also what we had and it was delicious.  I know it sounds gross but it was actually yummy.  What was crazy about Croatia was how the city was set up and how one block away from a gelato stand was another.
It was pretty at night because it was a full moon every night.  What was cray-cray in Croatia was how small where we were was.  It was so small that almost all the shops were squashed together, and the same thing at our first apartment it was squashed together with another.  My brother and my bed was set up was very crazy because my mom and dad could not get to the toilet at night without walking over our bed.
We also went to Booznia.  There were people whose spinned around in a circle praying with a  tassel on their hat going around really fast.
We also went to Montengro.  I forgot about Montenegro.

The Bosniak Kingdom

When it came time to depart Split and head down to Dubrovnik, we decided to take the detour into Bosnia-Herzegovina and see the famous Mostar bridge.  (Another World Heritage site)

I will admit to being slightly apprehensive - not because I thought we would be targets or anything; but because I simply do not understand their recent war, nor how they can live with themselves after all that went on here in the 1990's.  I did not (and still don't) understand how they can still live side by side when just a short time ago they were being so viscous to each other.  How do you be civil to someone who was trying to kill you?  How do you refrain from smashing in the skull of the man who sent your daughter to a rape camp?  And lives next door?  And you have to see every day?  I would reckon that there is still heaps of pent up rage in these people just below the surface.
The only discernible difference between these people is what church they go to - Croats are Catholic, Serbs are Orthodox, (and I even have a hard time telling the difference between Catholic and Orthodox beliefs to be honest) and Bosniaks are Muslims.  They look the same.  The speak the same language.  They eat the same foods.  They grew up in the same villages.  As an American; it is inconceivable to me to even give a shit what church someone else goes to; never mind kill them for it.

The Croatian freeway A1A terminates at the Bosnian border - and is home to 1 of only 2 free toilets in Croatia (every other one costs 2-5kn to use).  Once across, we expected to see heaps of wreckage from the wars in the '90's - but the whole way to Mostar we couldn't tell if  a building missing a roof was missing it because it was hundreds of years old, or because it got bombed out by one group of assholes or another.  Bosnia appeared as modern and up to date as Croatia.

View from the Mostar bridge

In Mostar itself we still saw no signs of the war - all the buildings were in good repair and everyone seemed cheerful.  And it was gorgeous!  It is in a scenic gorge with medieval buildings lining the river, with a very east-meets-west feel to it.  Ottoman minarets, Venetian campanile,  Byzantine onion domes, Roman walls.  Excellent.  One thing we did notice is that one side of the river is predominately Bosniak - And they did not want to take Croatian Kuna's in payment; preferring Euros (even though the country's official currency ir the Bosnian Convertible Mark).  The other side of the river (the Croat side) had no problems taking Kunas - but did not want Serbian Dinars.

Blagaj

After Mostar, we drove to Blagaj - the home of the Whirling Dervishes (and yet another World Heritage site).  It was an Imram (kind of an Islamic monastery) where the Dervishes studied in nature.  The kids were bummed that they did not get to see any "Whirling" as they were fascinated that there are people who pray by spinning around.  Here we met the friendliest guy in Bosnia - He liked my Boy Scout hat because of the Fluer de Leis - it is also a symbol of the Bosniaks.

After Blagaj, we took a route to Dubrovnik through "Republika Sprska".  This is the portion of Bosnia that has an ethnic Serbian majority.  Both Bosnia and Serbia recognize it's sovereignty, but absolutely no one else does.   IT is a scary place.  Here were all the bullet hole ridden buildings and burnt out husks from the war.  Here were where the bitter losers were residing (loser is a relative term here).   While I said it was scary - we in no time felt in danger - but the tension was omnipresent.

TTFN!
MRA

The Fishys

Last week in split I went snorkeling.  I kept swallowing sea water.  It was scary at first because all of the sea urchins were coming right at me!  I kept breathing very, very loud until I saw a clown fish.  The clown fish made me laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and so on.  We dried off and walked on the old city wall.  We were allowed to because we got tickets and there was a museum up there about boats.  I’ll talk about that in my next thing. 

We walked on the wall and it was very hot.  Then we got surprised on the wall with our neighbors from Alameda: the Beckers. 

The Ragusan Republic

Bella Relaxing in Dubrovnik's architecture

We ended our days in the Former Yugoslavia in the city of Dubrovnik, the former capital of an independent country called "The Republic of Ragusa".  This country consisted of the portion of Dalmatia south of the Bosnian access to the sea.  In it's day, it was a major maritime power, challenging the Venetians for commercial control of the Adriatic.
Today, the walled city of Dubrovnik is a World Heritage site and a fantastically beautiful place.  We had already drove up and down the Adriatic coast and seen the fantastical walled cites of Zadar, Trogrir, Split, Mostar, Kotor, and Ston, and it was certainly the most impressive of the lot.
The history of the city is fascinating - how the Ragusans (whose ruling class spoke a Latin language called "Dalmatian") played off the Ottomans against the Venetians in order to remain independent and only lost that independence to Napoleon's army.
The one unforgivable thing about Dubrovnik is the hordes of cruise ship passengers that descend upon the city daily.  Our first day here, there were 5 mega-ships in port with well over 100,000 tourists dumped into the 1 square mile of city walls.  This was repeated each day and it really, really, sucked.  I would put it up there with Yosemite for crowd induced hell.
That said, it was fantastically gorgeous, romantic (even with kids along!) and friendly.  For anyone going - the cruise ship passengers all need to depart at 16:00 for their boats - so plan accordingly.
Highlights of the city?

The Walls.  Walk the walls.  Wait until 19:00 to do so and you will be rewarded by both the absence of crowds and lack of daytime heat.

Fort Imperial.  Take the cablecar up Srđ for the best views in Yugoslavia.

Swimming at the city walls.  My kids expressed this best - and it is totally awesome to swim in the shadow of this Medieval fortress.

Moving, Move out

We saw Angelo's pirate ship and we sailed to new places and it sprinkled then rained then was pouring.  It was so pouring that everyone got seasick and my sister was turning green and throwing up.  I did not get seasick because I was reading my books in the "I Survived" series.  It was so pouring that the boat tipped over and over and over.  When we stopped, everyone got off and they were wondering what they could do.  We went to a restaurant and me and my sister split a coke.  Then when we were done, we went to a beach, where we saw a dog.  The dog loved to play with rocks and sticks a lot.  Then we got back on the ship and we all got soaked, but luckily we had lunch on the ship and we all got a little dry.  When it stopped raining we sailed and then stopped at a part of an island. The Captain stopped to get a coffee break.  When it was time to go we got back on the mainland and we all got back home.

At the next day we went to go on a hike in a big park.  First we had to drive, second we had a bus take us up,  third the bus stopped an we began to hike and cross bridges, streams and lakes.  We even saw a waterfall going down a little rabbit hole next to a tree.  Then a bunch of other people came.  It was so crowded that we could only take little steps.  The waterfalls were amazing.  First there was a river then a waterfall then a river then a waterfall again and again and again.  We walked on a bridge on top of the waterfalls while the trees in the rivers began to disintegrate.  The lakes were called Plitvice Lakes and are a world heritage site.

The baptismal in Jupiter's
Temple

The next day was regular but we got a tour guide.  He showed us the statue of the famous author "Marko Marulić".  At noon everybody goes to see the emperor in person and when the emperor comes everyone shouts a bunch of words (Avé!)  and he gives the thumbs up or thumbs down or even a thumbs in the middle.  Later on we just walked and walked and walked and I was wondering what we were going to do next.

The next day we decided to move because our apartment was so small that only a dwarf or an elf could live in there.  We drove and we drove and we drove to Bosnia.  In Bosnia there are many amazing sites.  A big bridge that a person jumped 12' or more.  The people here go to very different churches and do different prayers by putting their heads down on the floor.
They made metal plates from the shells fired at the bridge from the war in the 1990s which turned them into art.

When we arrived at our new apartment we took all of our stuff and someone was waiting for us there.  It was amazing. There is a bed next to another bed, a flat screen TV and also the doors were a little confusing actually they turn into windows.  We started to unpack and we went to the grocery store to get cereal and milk.  Theres some weird cereal called Lino.  The front of the cereal box looks like a bear on "Sesame Street".

Today we went to a different castle on top of a mountain.  There was a big giant castle with a wall on a mountain.  It was in Montenegro.

I got to go to 2 new countries; Bosnia and Montenegro.

TTYL
Michelangelo

Montenegro

We took a quick jaunt down to Neighboring Montenegro's Bay of Kotor, which is a World Heritage site.

The trip involved a long drive around a Fjord dominated by Tito-era construction.  It became apparent that the Montenegrins are not as prosperous as the Croatians (but more so than the Bosnians). 

While the Fjord itself was beautiful - it was the town of Kotor itself that was the highlight of the trip.  The wall here rivals that at Ston.  

Besides how striking the city of Kotor was - I do not have much to say about Montenegro except that it's not cheap.  It is worth a day trip from Dubrovnik.

SGK Enjoying an Espresso in Perast on the bay of Kotor

Tall ship on The Bay Of Kotor

Mill site just outside the walls of Kotor.  Note that the wall continues up the mountain in the background.

Home of Zinfandel

Plavac overlooking the Adriatic

The day after our stressful drive thorough the Serbian hinterland, we took it quite easy and drove down the Pelješac peninsula to visit Croatian wine country.  The peninsula is just as stunning as the rest of Dalmatia.  Our primary destination was the teensy tiny town of Dingač, which was where UC Davis researchers finally isolated the origin of California's Zinfandel to be a single vine of Crljenak Kaštelanski.  Since then, they determined that a different clone to both California's Zin and Italy's Primativo (itself a different clone with the same parents) to be a widely grown grape called Tribidrag - but this time I was looking for some Zin.

Bella playing around in front of his fermenters

Croatia has a long history of wine - and I do have to say that most of the wine we had in Croatia was not the best.  It's cheap, over sulfited plonk.  There were a few exceptions - all of which were Plavac Mali from Dingač; so even if I could not find good Zin; at least we could get good wine.
The drive was freaking spectacular - culminating in a one lane tunnel through a mountain, followed by a hair raising series of hair pin turns down the side of a mountain to the little village of Dingač.  And I do mean little.  If a hundred people live here I would be surprised.
Not knowing anything of the local vintners; we picked a home at random and knocked on the door (There was a sign that said "Plavac Mali Tasting" so we were not totally rude)
We were not disappointed.  The best wine we tasted in Croatia was in this woman's garage, perched on the side of a mountain overlooking the Adriatic.  The Vintner's name was "Racichc"

Family at Grigich

After leaving Dingač we stopped at Mike Grgich's local winery to see how the world famous victor of the "Judgement of Paris" made this local grape.  I think that Racichc's was better.
On the way back - we stopped at the walled city of Ston.  And I would highly recommend it to any visitor of Croatia - Especially fans of the TV version of "Game Of Thrones"  

The Moving Day

Today I moved from Split to Dubrovnik. In Dubrovnik I met the landlords of the apartment that we are staying in today and I am writing this. Today we had to pack all of our stuff that were in Split.
We went in the car for hours I kept on saying “Are we there yet?” and the answer was no until we got to Mostar. In Mostar little girls had to where veils or hats so that boys would not see how pretty they are. It is in Bosnia and that was my first Muslim country. A guy in Mostar jumped off of a really high bridge. My dad tells me that this is an important part of history; the bridge not the man jumping. There was a war of Muslims and Christians fighting on this bridge. At the end they blew up the bridge.  I do not know why they blew up the bridge.

  And then we went to Blagaj It was pretty cool because this is where the Whirling Dervishes are from. They pray by spinning around very fast.
 When we got to our apartment in Dubrovnik all of the beds were in the living room.!

 I want to say goodbye and I hope you enjoy the video!
Signed
Bizzy Belly

Central Dalmatian Cities

After picking up the car, we did some driving around to see some other towns and cities in central Dalmatia.  I am astounded at the freakish quantity of mind-blowingly fantastic architecture and historic districts in this country!

Renaissance band in Trogrir

Trogir
The day we picked up the car, we stopped in this town since it was very close to the Airport (where the car pick up was).  Under Roman rule it was known as "Tragurium" and the historic city centre is on a teensy-tiny island between two peninsula's.  This UNESCO listed site is gorgeous - but it is also filled with ticky-tacky shops all alike.   When we arrived in Trogrir, the "Battle Of The Nations" was going on -  an SCA like tournament where grown men don real armour and beat the shit out of each other with blunt swords until someone yields.  The kids loved the Ren-Faire like atmosphere of the combatants tents and shops that were set up.

Bahboo at the sea wall in Zadar

Zadar
Before we left home, we picked this city as a destination; but neither of us could remember why; and it's not in the guide book we brought.   Zadar is yet another walled city in central Dalmatia.  Unlike Trogrir, there appear to be things other in the town than just ticky-tacky shops.  It was a pleasant stroll on a nice day.

Šibenik
This town is close to Krka, and home to another World Heritage site; "Katedrala sv. Jakova" (Cathederal of St. James).  We drove all around the town and could not find this cathederal; so they hid it very well; but it was a good excuse to take local roads back to Split instead of the freeway.

Krka Fjord overlooking Skradin

Skradin
The previous days journey to the Plitvice lakes had us wanting to swim in a waterfall; so we set out to visit Krka National Park.  It was rainy so we decided against swimming - but the town at the entrance to Krka is a beauty!  Very relaxing day on the fjiord.

Bahboo & Bella on the walls of Klis

Tvrđava Klis
This is a fantastic castle overlooking Split.  We drove by it several times on our way into and out of Split before finally stopong; and it was worth it.  Best views in and around Split.  It features prominently in HBO's "Game Of Thrones".  It is easy to see why Croatian scenery is used heavily throughout the TV show.

Plitvice Lakes (Nacionalni park Plitvička jezera)

As I said before - Croatia is beautiful.  Plitvice lakes is a series of cascading waterfalls in a Karst region.  We had to drive about 3 hours out of Dalmatia and into Slavonia. to see them.  The park is also the place that the war in the 1990's started - the very first casualty was a park ranger here.

As we walked through the trail, I kept thinking how much my father would like it here - fantastic scenery and good hiking.  Then we ran into the bane of Croatia - tour groups.  My dad would actually hate it here because of them.  Lines of people 20, 30, or 40 people long, all trudging behind a stern woman holding an umbrella in the air; clogging the path and not allowing anyone to pass (or any peace and quiet).

As horrid as the tour groups were, the lakes were still astounding - I would recommend that if you choose to visit here; you spend the night before in one of the lodges, so you can hike in peace before the tour groups from Zagreb, Ljubljana, and Split show up.

Slug at Plitvice amazingly like a Banana slug like you might find in California - only Black