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Never, ever question your intuition

Yesterday was an odd day. I woke up having borderline existential crisis again and I barely wanted to do anything. You know the days where you just want to lay in bed and watch Netflix all day. But nooooo, I decided to push myself out the door, because guilt hit me for doing nothing and Lars also went out to explore new motorcycle grounds. Stupid indirect peer pressure.

But what I was off to do was of course something I’ve been looking forward to do for a long time – to find a beach here in Rijeka where I could test my new, super cheap snorkeling gear. So I was thinking that things could get awesome.

Well, it didn’t.

Let me make it clear, I was extremely happy to actually have made it to the beach, but keep on reading to get the juice. So, already the moment I left the house, I had a bad feeling about leaving. And guess what? My gut feeling was right. Cheeky intuition.

The first road I took lead to a dead end, so I had to drive back the same road. My engine stalled when I tried to start my car uphill. A total buzzkill that was. Then on the way, Google Maps and I were miscommunicating so many times, that I seriously considered mission beach to be failed and drive back home. Nope, I kept going.

When I finally arrived, then it felt worth it. Like it always is. The beach was breathtaking, the water was crystal clear and perfect for snorkeling. Like, look at the pictures.

Sablicevo Beach, Rijeka

Sablicevo Beach, Rijeka

Sablicevo Beach, Rijeka

Sablicevo Beach, Rijeka

Although, having spent too much of my time going in circles in the Rijeka maze, I only got 10 minutes before I had to go back and let Lars in the apartment. So no snorkeling. And what was supposed to be a 5-minute drive home, became a 30-minute mission.

Every time I missed an exit, Google Maps added 10 more minutes of driving. I stopped. Drove back. Google Maps rerouting. Google Maps rerouting again. Wow, a dead end! Then suddenly I was driving AWAY from town and phooof, I’m outside Rijeka. Somewhere on a mountain side.

At this point, I had already been crying for 15 minutes. To top this adventure, even a black cat crossed the road right before I arrived at home. Then I was just; “Fuck you cat. Fuck you adventure time.” I got home and cried in Lars’ arms for a good 5-minutes more.

Lesson of the day; always listen to your intuition and stay home to watch Netflix.

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