36 hours then Death
I was reading the 36 hours in Zagreb article in the NYT Travel Section the other day and felt that they missed the mark on certain aspects of Zagreb that I now miss. First the article neglected to mention Kras – perhaps the best chocolate manufacturer in the world. Nor did it mention the old cafe in the square’s center that has a curved grand staircase leading up to a second floor – it’s a café olé to be sure. It also didn’t mention that you can conveniently go from one part of town to another by tram. Or did it mention the giant lipa trees that line the parks and are so fragrant with linden flower that you are just instantly in aromatherapy. It missed civapcici – delicious kebobs on pillowy bread that are divine. Well, I really feel it missed a lot even if the author was on a tight schedule of 36 hours to discover and do everything.
But right now looking at the window at the rain pouring down against the window, and I heard from a friend about someone who passed 36 hours after suffering a heart attack and I heard from another friend about a 104 year old who passed in his sleep – and I say please, when it comes to my obit, make it the nanosecond or the 36 hour kind of death. There isn’t a lot you can see and do in 36 hours, but it is enough time to say goodbye to the one(s) who is right beside you and go.