Since we had to return the car by 9am, Davor came to us, then we followed him to the car rental place. It was raining heavy all night long and it was still very humid and wet outside. The return itself was routine and quick, so we went on to search for a place to have breakfast. Pretty soon we realized it was Sunday and pretty much everything was closed. The only thing we were able to do was to go to the supermarket and get some fish for "gradele". Davor did not want to hear me paying for it; this actually happened once before at Chief's and I did not quite understand, but decided to let him be. Bozo wanted to get busy cleaning the fish, but Davor would not trust anyone operate the grill. It felt nice just chit-chatting with them around the grill and drinking home made brandy. The meal was delicious, home made wine even better, but the best part was just being there with them. Bozo, for his 85 years is holding on as good as anyone in their sixties. Ivanka fell in love with Janet and asked me at the end to make sure not to "...screw this one up".
It was already mid afternoon when we finished with our lunch, so we decided to go back home and start packing for the trip back. Davor was going to come by to help us to the bus station and to say goodbye.
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