There comes a time in every mans life where he wishes he could’ve done more. Where he replays the same thing in his head over and over. And that thing for me is WHY DIDN’T I BOOK MORE THAN ONE NIGHT HERE!? On top of the fact that I may have to take the 6:30 catamaran tomorrow morning which will be negative fun. Hvar has its arms open waiting for me to run in and be swept away into glorious fun time land. I’ve made some decisions in my life before. Some smart, most dumb, and this one falls into the latter camp.

View from the hostel