Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Love in all its Manifest Forms


Forget Halloween.  Valentine's Day is the scariest holiday of the year. Because it commemorates the moment when you gather up all your courage and admit to somebody that you've fallen in love -- to their face. That's terrifying.

Sometimes the risk pays off.  Sometimes your intended is creeped out by the very thought and you lose a friend. And sometimes it starts out fine and goes terribly, terribly wrong.

For all who have loved and temporarily won and then lost, there's the Museum of Broken Relationships in Zagreb, Croatia.  It contains mementoes from loves that failed.  The garden gnome that one woman threw at her former boyfriend's windshield.  The ax another woman used to chop up all of her ex-girlfriend's furniture.  Ahhh, memories!

You can read about it here.  

Incidentally . . .

If you've never been to Croatia, you're missing a wonderful experience.  Sipping coffee or black wine in a sidewalk cafe on the Bloody Bridge in Zagreb, renting a room by the Silver Gate inside Diocletian's Palace in Spit, exploring the walled city of Dubrovnik, exploring the hundreds of waterfalls of Plitvice . . .   Oh, man.  And the food there is terrific.

Come to think of it, if you've got that kind of money, a pair of tickets to Croatia would make a great Valentine's Day present.  Only, for a little later in the year, I think.  Sometime in the spring or summer.

This has been an unsolicited testimonial.  In a better world, the Croatian National Tourist Board would have bribed me to write all that.  With tickets to Croatia.


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