|View over Dubrovnik, Croatia|
And that's how I found myself wandering around the Zagreb bus station at two o'clock in the morning one Croatian summer night. It was one of those surreal moments where I could see myself from several different perspectives.
|Zagreb bus station via davehighbury|
But I could also see that here I was, a young, newly single woman, able to carry her own backpack, able to make her own plans and decisions, and then I reached the ticket counter. I'll never forget looking up at the board behind the counter which listed the next dozen or so buses and their various international destinations. I actually began daydreaming about the places I might go and what I might do there, except it was more than mere daydreaming because if I wanted to, I could actually do it: would I head back to the Czech Republic and surprise my good friend Zitka; would I go somewhere entirely new and treat myself to a bit of a holiday first; would I take the bus to Vienna, where I knew I could get a reasonably direct train back to southern Germany.
I did choose the German option in the end, but not because it was the easiest way, it was simply the most practical at the time. But that moment of power, of being able to pick and choose from that destination board and go anywhere, that moment has stayed with me ever since. I don't mean to sound clichéd about it but it was one of those turning points of travel (and life) that never leave you.