Maybe it’s because I have a passion for old walled cities.
Maybe it’s because I really loved the fabulously warm weather and bright blue skies.
Maybe it’s because travel is good for the soul.
Or maybe it’s because of the hearts. The beautiful, love-filled graffiti hearts. They are spray painted on walls. They are etched into poured cement. And they are there to be found, randomly, by those who open their eyes to love.
This has been a bit of a difficult trip for me emotionally (and physically, thanks to my broken ankle rehabilitation). You see, Zadar is one of the cities Paul and I had on our “want to visit” list. But he’s gone, and that means I found myself exploring the city alone. Which can sometimes dampen my spirits, but knowing Paul “should have” been with me made it that much more difficult.
But there were a few wonderful moments where I didn’t feel as lonely. Like watching the sunset with a nice man* one evening. And chatting with some Franciscan and Benedictine nuns. And, of course, finding hearts. Lots and lots of hearts.
Anyone who follows me on Facebook will know that I love hearts, too. So to show how much I love Zadar, I thought I’d share a few of the graffiti hearts I’ve found over the past week. And early next week, you can expect a post of two about my adventures—with lots and lots of photos!
* Just a nice man who happened to be watching the same sunset as me, so we chatted. Don’t get all excited; he’s not a romantic connection!