Spring in Zagreb

There’s nothing like a miserable wet winter to make you love, love, love the coming of spring in Zagreb!

I once knew a woman who said that she would never live in Australia because she couldn’t live anywhere without seasons. “We have seasons, you prat,” I told her irritably. But she went on believing that it’s summer 13 months a year in Australia and our friendship deteriorated soon after (for unrelated, but similar, reasons).

And while we definitely do have seasons back home, I’ve rarely experienced what has happened over the past few weeks – it’s as though the whole world has shifted a little. The air is clearer, the sky is bluer, the trees are no longer bare, the dog shit on our front door step is accumulating with gay abandon. Everybody and every animal is out and about on the streets. Yesterday, on Ilica, I even saw ankles.

We find ourselves saying things like, “wow, it’s so warm today. Top of 17 degrees!” So basically spring in Zagreb is a bit like winter in Sydney, but not so miserable.

In fact, it’s bloody lovely.

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