[OnyxCougar]

Day Two (Monday)
Got up Monday Morning and made more eggs and bacon and bread. (We gave up on the potatoes.) We needed to go pick up Ivan's new glasses, Register the Americans at the Embassy and I wanted to get my first look around Zagreb. By the time we were ready to venture forth, it was noonish, and Ivica took us to Volovcica Trg for lunch. We had ražnici [Razh-nee-chee], which is marinated pork grilled on a stick, served inside a big thick sourdough roll dampened with the seasoned grease of the meat. A "salad" of raw onions is served with it. I really don't consider it a salad since its nothing but a pile of raw, white onions, so from that point, I ordered everything "bez luka" [bays luke-ah] (without onion). The ražnici was OMG good. I attempted to Ivica. Turns out he is a tennis instructor, and was first place in Bosnia for amateur Tennis players. A couple of his students were in a tournament, and made 2nd and 5th place in their age group. He was really nice.

We split up from Ivica and walked to the Veterinary college (Veterinarski Fakultet) to meet Hrvoje and Kelle to go to the Embassy. It was a 15 minute walk, and I was winded when we got there, but looking at everything, and wondering what the college of Veterinary Medicine would look like.

It was not as high tech as I thought it would be. I guess I was expecting sterile, chrome/blue, antiseptic rooms, but instead, the front opened up into a large foyer with marble stairs, and a second set of 3 doors, which led to another foyer with white painted walls and several doors leading who knew where. Luckily, Hrvoje knew (since it's his college, I was pretty sure he would), and he buzzed us into the door on the right hand side. A door to the immediate right led into the open computer room, and we finally got to meet Marko, who we had known on the game and messengers as Digital. He offered his hand and I grabbed it and gave him a big hug. I think I scared him, cuz he never said a word to me after that.

Checked email, wrote a couple people to let them know I made it fine, and we were off again, headed for the Embassy. We went by a McDonald's and stopped in for a Coke. Hrvoje told Kelle NO MCDONALD'S! except for a coke. Ivan ordered for us, and we sat for about 30 minutes in there, sipping our coke in a place that was almost familiar, yet strangely different. It was the weirdest sensation.