Marko was able to take some time off work and show me around the city. It was cool to see some of the places my Mom has talked about, and hear Marko's perspective about how the city is now. It's gives me a faint idea of what it might have been like growing up in a Communist city in former Yugoslavia.

Notice the dates these people were buried here, waayy before America even existed.We ended up at a WWI museum, where I touched actual weapons used by soldiers nearly a century ago. Makes you reflect a bit.

Here are some pics from the "Stone Gate," a place that once was an entrance to the city when it was fortified. Now, you can go and light a candle (for a small fee, of course), and pray for someone to get over a sickness. Apparently it works; the plaques on the walls are people thanking this place for healing a loved one.



We ventured up to above the older part of the city, with many houses probably 100+ years old. This is the part of Zagreb that's been slow to "modernize."

My mom's old high school, now apparently a museumI noticed this sign as we were heading home. That's just funny:









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