I topped the hill, and looked back down the narrow, winding street, winded. My grandparents were still straggling up. I told my uncle that we should wait for them, and he agreed, reluctantly. He was used to the steep slopes and uneven sidewalks of the Dalmatian back streets, and didn’t quite realize that visitors found them more than a little challenging—especially after exploring Mali Otocic, a small island city, most of the day.
I should have been tired; I’d been climbing all day, since around eight that morning and we were just finishing the forty-five minute, up-hill-and-down-dale walk back to the Hrvatska Arheoloska Skola Croatian School of Archeology. Despite a nightly average of five hours sleep over the last week or so, I felt I
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