A Mr. & Mrs. trying to live with the Swisses: "At one point, I actually, ironically, thought I might go into criminology and work with the FBI."

We both woke up the next morning, our first morning in Split, just happy to be alive. We slept horribly, as fearing for your life does, and Whit dreamed that our room was in Bosnia.

We decided to conduct an investigation into where exactly in the heck we were. Armed with Google Maps and a blueberry muffin, we headed to our actual hotel address. On our way there we ran into the guy who had brought us to our hotel the night before. We told him what was going on, and he brought us to the travel agency handling our booking. They assured us that the address in our email was just the check in place and that there was no problem. Righttttt, no problem. There was yelling, not with us but between the Croatians, and then they gave us a refund of 40 euros. Enough to buy us beach towels, hot dogs, and rent two chairs on the sand for the afternoon. That totally made up for the clear glass door to our room.

The day kept getting worse and worse as it just got hotter, the city smelled like fish, sewage, and sweat, and the cruise ships were in so the streets were packed. Whit and I took some advice from a wise man (Mick Wokich) and got some gelato, which usually rights all of the wrongs of the world. Unfortunately Whit took a bite of mine and dropped a huge chunk on the ground. And then my sunglasses broke. It was rough.

But, we decided to use those 40 euros to make us happy, so we changed into our suits in our hotel (for all to see), and went to the beach. We couldn't have been happier on our two lounge chairs under an umbrella, taking cool off breaks in the sea, with our books. My sunglasses were fixed with just a smidge of duct tape. Even Whit's hot dog was delicious. We were offered a pub crawl on our way back from the beach, so we knew we looked better than we had the night before at dinner.Things were looking up.

We decided to try to sight-see again that evening after a cold shower. Whit found a walking tour of the town, and our first stop was a square and a church. They were serving wine on the steps, so we sat down and then didn't get up for another two hours. As the sun set over the church we realized that this was probably the most romantic situation we had ever been in. And then the live band came on. Their first song "went out to all the lovers out there" and was Chris Issac. Our round, sweaty waiter was also feeling romantic because he gave us both kisses on the cheek and sang to us every time he walked by. Croatian customer service was really improving.