After my last post on Sunday when Dave and I were in Zagreb I started to think about maybe going to the funeral. It very quickly snowballed and a few hours after my last post I had booked a train out of Zagreb. I left early Monday morning. About 30 hours, a few trains and five countries later I was in France. I would have maybe just made it to the funeral, which was due for Tuesday, though I’d have been wearing shorts and T-shirt, two days away from a shower and a bed. In the end they rescheduled for Thursday. After that I’m going to head back East and find Dave again.