Croatia, Day One!

Day one in Croatia was unforgettable! I don't just mean the beautiful weather (it felt so nice to sweat again) and the beautiful scenery--I mean we really had quite an unforgettable moment when we had tomatoes thrown at us. But I'll get to that in a bit.
...muahahah quite the tease eh?
Lauren, Casey, Juls, April, and I arrived in Zadar, a main city in Croatia, on Thursday night, and we squished us five little girls into a tax to get to our hostel in Bibinje, a small town ten minutes from Zadar. We got the BEST pizza in the world--I'm not kidding. I don't even really like pizza!Look at Casey ready to jump into that pie of cheesy deliciousness. Apparently Zadar is known for its fabulous pizza. I'm thinking it's because of the Italian influence across the waters.
We jumped on a bus to Zadar, and it's just an adorable little town with a bumpin' night life. Zadarians are pretty well dressed, and I think they're pretty good looking too. Lots of olive skin and dark hair and high waisted shorts. We went to an outdoor bar that was playing lots of MJ and Ghostbusters, so we were boppin.
They had a bridge across the river that was lit up!
When we tried to get a taxi to get back into Bibinje, one of the taxi drivers tried to scam us into paying double what we were supposed to. That was Bad News Bears Croatia Style #1.

The next day we got into Zadar bright and early to catch a bus to the lakes, but when we tried to get onto the bus, the driver told us that we were trying to get on the wrong bus and that the next one was actually ours. When the next bus driver pulled up, he told us that our bus had already left! We raced to the ticket vendor to see what was happening, and she raced out to find out that the first bus driver had lied to us. She apologized and gave us our money back, but told us that the driver didn't want to drive us because we were American--apparently it's a pretty common occurrence. BNBCS #2.But it was okay because we got the most delicious ice cream in the world (Kinder chocolate flavored? Hekk yeah!)--it might have been better than Spain's.
MAYBE. And then we went back to Bibinje to our beach that was literally 50 steps from the backyard of our hostel.
We're in the Adriatic!!
Pretty, right? I think I might like Costa Brava of Spain more, but this was still really nice.
And this is our cute little hostel.

While we were sitting on the beach, a Croatian guy came and was chatting us up (naturally since we're a group of American beauts), when a tomato hit Casey! There was a group of 16 year old Croatian boys throwing tomatoes at us! We were like WHAT THE HELL?! And they didn't stop at one tomato! It was at least three! We were about to hulk into Angry Americans, but we decided to just leave instead. We asked Mr. Croatian why they were throwing tomatoes at us, but he didn't quite give us a straight answer. BNBCS #3. But really, what the hell?

And then when the girls were getting on a bus to Zadar again that night, the bus driver asked them, "Croatians?" And they said, "No, we're trying to get to Zadar though," and he shut the door on them. BNBCS #4. What the hell?
I knew that there was the joke that people hate Americans, but I didn't really believe them--after all, we're all people who are more than their nationality. I don't want to think that the tomato event was because we were American. I think those boys were just making fun of Mr. Croatian for trying to mack it with 5 girls. But still... who throws tomatoes at complete strangers? Oh well. At least we got a free shot after dinner!