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We woke up at 7:00 a.m. with the hope that we would have ample time to catch the 9:30 a.m. bus to Split. Etta James played in the background as we packed up our things, and the gravity of what we were doing finally started to kick in: “I can’t believe I am about to travel with some stranger to another city,” I thought to myself incredulously. Continue reading “Splitting in Split”