Fish or Flesh?

We know, we owe everyone a huge huge post. We've been having computer issues ever since Florence (when I was able to blog that huge long blog)

But the huge post isn't going to happen right now. Daniel is shaving, then we're going to be heading into London. I'll try to wrestle the computer away from him in a coffee shop at some point to blog and post pictures, but no promises. :)

In any case, one fun anecdote came from when we were driving from Rijeka to Zagreb in Croatia. We actually took a U-shaped approach to Zabreb so we could stop in Bosnia and have dinner there. On the way, we stopped by a seaside family-owned restaurant. Of course, no one spoke English, and there was no menu. The owner came up to us and asked "Fish or flesh?"

Daniel and I looked at each other.

"What the heck is flesh?!"

We got both. They were delicious.