A few weeks ago I said I was travelling around and wouldn’t be writing much (or at all, for that matter). But that doesn’t mean I didn’t have subjects to write about.
One of the places I visited was Pula, Croatia.
As it was low season, the hostel where I stayed was pretty much empty apart from me and some guy I didn’t even get to see. The hostel was small, actually. It only had two big dorms and it was lovely; kind of like a friend’s flat.
Anyway. The daughter of the owner, who also manages her own hostel with her brother a few roads down, was there and we chatted a bit. If you didn’t know better, you’d think she was American because of her accent and fluent English – she did live part of her life on that side of the Atlantic.
It was chatting to her mom later on, actually – when she came in offering an amazing cake she had just made! – that I found out Jasmina, her daughter, was a singer. She studied music in Chicago and still often sings around Pula and Zagreb.
I didn’t get to see her again as I went to Zagreb and then on to Germany but exchanged a couple of emails. It wasn’t until yesterday, though, that I actually clicked on her links to hear her music.
[ watch this space ]